Since I cannot sing, I paint.

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 hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.

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

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

I don't very much enjoy looking at paintings in general. I know too much about them. I take them apart.