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

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.

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

There's something about black. You feel hidden away in it.

I feel there is something unexplored about woman that only a woman can explore.

My first memory is of the brightness of light — light all around.

One day a hummingbird flew in-- It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella-- --When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn't believe I had it--but I could feel the intense life--so intense and so tiny-- ...You were like the humming bird to me... And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together-- --It is not that I fear the knowing-- It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me--it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.