I'd been taught to paint like other people, and I thought, what's the use? I couldn't do any better than they, or even as well. I was just adding to the brushpile. So I quit.

I want real things ... music that makes holes in the sky.

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

If one could only reproduce nature, and always with less beauty than the original, why paint at all?

I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life - and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.

Someone else's vision will never be as good as your own vision of your self. Live and die with it 'cause in the end it's all you have. Lose it and you lose yourself and everything else. I should have listened to myself.

Art is a wicked thing. It is what we are.