One can't paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt.

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

It was all so far away - there was quiet and an untouched feel to the country and I could work as I pleased.

One can't paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt.

If only people were trees… I might like them better.

When I found the beautiful white bones in the desert I picked them up and took them home too...I have used these things to say what is to me the wideness and wonder of the world as I live in it.

I realized that I had things in my head not like what I had been taught - not like what I had seen - shapes and ideas so familiar to me that it hadn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to stop painting, to put away everything I had done, and to start to say the things that were my own.