No matter how individual we humans are, we are a composite of everything we are aware of. We are a mirror of our times.

You must create your own world. I am responsible for my world.

Who is an artist? I say we take a title. No one gives it to us. We make our lives.

I see no reason why I should tickle stones or waste time on polishing bronze.

In the end, as you get older and older, your life is your life, and you are alone with it.

I still want to do my work. I still want to do my livingness. And I have lived. I have been fulfilled. I recognized what I had, and I never sold it short. And I ain't through yet.

You take a painting, you have a white, virginal piece of canvas that is the world of purity, and then you put your imagery on it, and you try to bring it back to the original purity.