The meaning of a word - to me - is not as exact as the meaning of a color. Colors and shapes make a more definite statement than words.

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.

Fill a space in a beautiful way.

It was all so far away - there was quiet and an untouched feel to the country and I could work as I pleased.

I am trying with all my skill to do a painting that is all woman, as well as all of me.

I decided to start anew-to strip away what I had been taught, to accept as true my own thinking. This was one of the best times of my life. There was no one around to look at what I was doing, no one interested, no one to say anything about it one way or another. I was alone and singularly free, working into my own, unknown-no one to satisfy but myself. I began with charcoal and paper and decided not to use any color until it was impossible to do what I wanted to do in black and white. I believe it was June before I needed blue.

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