Anyone who doesn't feel the crosses simply doesn't get that country.

I know I can not paint a flower, I can not paint the sun on the desert on a bright summer morning but maybe in terms of paint colour I can convey to you my experience of the flower or the experience that makes the flower of significance to me at that particular time.

Anyone who doesn't feel the crosses simply doesn't get that country.

Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.

It always seems to me that so few people live - they just seem to exist and I don't see any reason why we shouldn't live always - til we die physically.

I often painted fragments of things because it seemed to make my statement as well as or better than the whole could.

You are one of my nicest thoughts.