Since I cannot sing, I paint.
I am trying with all my skill to do a painting that is all woman, as well as all of me.
My painting is what I have to give back to the world for what the world gives to me.
Sometimes I start in a very realistic fashion, and as I go on from one painting to another of the same kind, it becomes simplified until it can be nothing but abstraction.
God told me if I painted that mountain enough, I could have it.
I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.
I don't very much enjoy looking at paintings in general. I know too much about them. I take them apart.
Slits in nothingness are not very easy to paint.
I see no reason for painting anything that can be put into any other form as well.
All the earth colours of the painter's palette are out there in the many miles of badlands...
The painting is like a thread that runs through all the reasons for all the other things that make one's life.
I hate flowers. I only paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.
If one could only reproduce nature, and always with less beauty than the original, why paint at all?
The abstraction is often the most definite form for the intangible thing in myself that I can clarify in paint.
A flower is relatively small... Still in a way-nobody sees a flower-so I said to myself-I'll paint it big.
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.