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.
One can't paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt.
Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression. It is so spontaneous. And after singing, I think the violin. Since I cannot sing, I paint.
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.
I don't very much enjoy looking at paintings in general. I know too much about them. I take them apart.
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.
