Sometimes it made him [Degas] furious that he could not find a chink in my armor, and there would be months when we just could not see each other, and then something I painted would bring us together again.

Sometimes it made him [Degas] furious that he could not find a chink in my armor, and there would be months when we just could not see each other, and then something I painted would bring us together again.

If painting is no longer needed, it seems a pity that some of us are born into the world with such a passion for line and color.

There are two ways for a painter: the broad and easy one or the narrow and hard one.

Acceptance, under someone else's terms, is worse than rejection.

There's only one thing in life for a woman; it's to be a mother... A woman artist must be... capable of making primary sacrifices.

I have touched with a sense of art some people-they felt the love and the life. Can you offer me anything to compare to that joy for an artist?