If one could only reproduce nature, and always with less beauty than the original, why paint at all?

I realized that were I to paint flowers small, no one would look at them because I was unknown. So I thought I'll make them big, like the huge buildings going up. People will be startled; they'll have to look at them - and they did.

I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.

I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression.

I look at my work and make up my mind about it. After that, neither flattery nor criticism matters to me.