I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it.

I do not like the idea of happiness - it is too momentary - I would say that I was always busy and interested in something - interest has more meaning to me than the idea of happiness.

I look at my work and make up my mind about it. After that, neither flattery nor criticism matters to me.

I got half-a-dozen paintings from that shattered plate.

I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down.

The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.

I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.