Color is one of the great things in the world that makes life worth living to me and as I have come to think of painting it is my efforts to create an equivalent with paint color for the world, life as I see it.

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

Bement was a very good teacher but he was a very poor painter. I guess he wasn't a painter at all. He had no courage and I believe that to create one's own world in any of the arts takes courage.

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

I got half-a-dozen paintings from that shattered plate.

It is really so nice here-country-busy-busy with so many different kinds of things-... I must say I feel far away in another world here-... always we go to a new place...the people have a kind of gentleness that isn't usual on the mainland.

I feel there is something unexplored about woman that only a woman can explore.