There Is Nothing More Precious Than Laughter

Everyone's Opinions About Things Change Over Time. Nothing Is Constant. Everything Changes. And To Hold Onto Some Dogged Idea Forever Is A Little Rigid And Maybe Naive.

Sexism And Racism Are Parallel Problems. You Can Compare Them In Some Ways, But They're Not At All The Same. But They're Both Symptoms Inside The White Male Power Structure.

I Wish I Could Do Whatever I Liked Behind The Curtain Of “madness”. Then: I’d Arrange Flowers, All Day Long, I’d Paint; Pain, Love And Tenderness, I Would Laugh As Much As I Feel Like At The Stupidity Of Others, And They Would All Say: “poor Thing, She’s Crazy!” (above All I Would Laugh At My Own Stupidity.) I Would Build My World Which While I Lived, Would Be In Agreement With All The Worlds. The Day, Or The Hour, Or The Minute That I Lived Would Be Mine And Everyone Else’s - My Madness Would Not Be An Escape From “reality”.

I Paint Self-portraits Because I Am So Often Alone, Because I Am The Person I Know Best.

I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From Dying