Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

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

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.

Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.

I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

I know I can not paint a flower, I can not paint the sun on the desert on a bright summer morning but maybe in terms of paint colour I can convey to you my experience of the flower or the experience that makes the flower of significance to me at that particular time.

To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage.