Painting is my vehicle of transit. I don't always know where I am going or what it means.

Painting is my vehicle of transit. I don't always know where I am going or what it means.

[At age 92:] There are places I'd like to return to. But not as I was then but as I am now. 'Cause I'm trying to understand. And I've understood nothing.

Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

Reason must know the heart's reasons and every other reason

I didn't have time to be anyone's muse... I was too busy rebelling against my family and learning to be an artist.