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.

I don't see why we ever think of what others think of what we do – no matter who they are. Isn't it enough just to express yourself?

My first memory is of the brightness of light ... light all around. I was sitting among pillows on a quilt on the ground ... very large white pillows.

I know now that most people are so closely concerned with themselves that they are not aware of their own individuality, I can see myself, and it has helped me to say what I want to say in paint.

Fill a space in a beautiful way.

I see no reason for painting anything that can be put into any other form as well.

He wanted head and hands and arms on a pillow - in many different positions. I was asked to move my hands in many different ways - also my head - and I had to turn this way and that. There were nudes that might have been of several different people - sitting - standing - even standing upon the radiator against the window - that was difficult - radiators don't intend you to stand on top of them. (On being photographed by Alfred Stieglitz)