Dearest - my body is simply crazy with wanting you - If you don't come tomorrow - I don't see how I can wait for you - I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours - the kisses - the hotness - the wetness - all melting together - the being held so tight that it hurts - the strangle and the struggle.

A flower is relatively small... Still in a way-nobody sees a flower-so I said to myself-I'll paint it big.

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.

There's something about black. You feel hidden away in it.

Objective painting is not good painting unless it is good in the abstract sense.

When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.

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