The clean clear colours were in my head. But one day as I looked at the brown burned wood of the Shanty, I thought 'I can paint one of those dismal-coloured paintings like the men. I think just for fun I will try - all low-toned and dreary with the tree besides the door.' In my next show, 'The Shanty' went up. The men seemed to approve of it. They seemed to think that maybe I was beginning to paint. That was my only low-toned dismal-coloured painting.

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.

You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare.

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

I don't know what Art is but I know some things it isn't when I see them.

To make your unknown known - that's the important thing.

Happiness goes like the wind, but what is interesting stays.