It's not enough to be nice in life. You've got to have nerve.

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.

I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.

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

I can't live where I want to, I can't go where I want to go, I can't do what I want to, I can't even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.

The unexplainable thing in nature that makes me feel the world is big fat beyond my understanding – to understand maybe by trying to put it into form. To find the feeling of infinity on the horizon line or just over the next hill.