I don't very much enjoy looking at paintings in general. I know too much about them. I take them apart.

I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it.

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.

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.

I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life - and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.