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

The days you work are the best days.

When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.

I hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.

I said to myself, I have things in my head that are not like what anyone has taught me - shapes and ideas so near to me - so natural to my way of being and thinking that it hasn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.

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

Marks on paper are free - free speech - press - pictures all go together I suppose.

I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.

You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare.

I feel there is something unexplored about woman that only a woman can explore.

It was in the 1920s, when nobody had time to reflect, that I saw a still-life painting with a flower that was perfectly exquisite, but so small you really could not appreciate it.