I Paint Flowers So They Will Not

I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken. But I Am Happy As Long As I Can Paint.

I Want A Storm To Come And Flood Us Into A Song That No One Wrote.

I Have Never Expected Anything From My Work But The Satisfaction I Could Get From It By The Very Fact Of Painting And Saying What I Couldn't Say Otherwise.

No Moon, Sun, Diamond, Hands — Fingertip, Dot, Ray, Gauze, Sea. Pine Green, Pink Glass, Eye, Mine, Eraser, Mud, Mother, I Am Coming.

To Trap One's Self-suffering Is To Risk Being Devoured From The Inside.