I Had Something In My Throat. It

They Thought I Was A Surrealist, But I Wasn't. I Never Painted Dreams. I Painted My Own Reality.

I Am That Clumsy Human, Always Loving, Loving, Loving. And Loving. And Never Leaving.

It's Not Possible To Present An Accurate Picture Of Our Culture Without All The Voices Of The People In The Culture. So At The Emerging Level, You Can't Have A Good Survey Art Show Without Women And Artists Of Color.

The Only Thing I Know Is That I Paint Because I Need To, And I Paint Whatever Passes Through My Head Without Any Other Consideration.

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.