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

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 decided to accept as true my own thinking.

The days you work are the best days.

I'd been taught to paint like other people, and I thought, what's the use? I couldn't do any better than they, or even as well. I was just adding to the brushpile. So I quit.

Fill a space in a beautiful way.

Filling a space in a beautiful way - that is what art means to me.