Art Has A Will Of Its Own.

I'd Rather Risk An Ugly Surprise Than Rely On Things I Know I Can Do.

Every So Often Every Artist Feels, 'i'll Never Paint Again. The Muse Has Gone Out The Window.' In 1985, I Hardly Painted At All For Three Months, And It Was Agonizing. I Looked At Reproductions. I Stared At Matisse. I Stared At The Old Masters. I Stared At The Quattrocento. And I Thought To Myself - Don't Push It! If You Try Too Hard To Get At Something, You Almost Push It Away.

A Really Good Picture Looks As If It's Happened At Once. It's An Immediate Image. For My Own Work, When A Picture Looks Labored And Overworked, And You Can Read In It As Well - She Did This And Then She Did That; There Is Something In It That Has Not Got To Do With Beautiful Art To Me. And I Usually Throw These Out, Though I Think Very Often It Takes Ten Of Those Over-labored Efforts To Produce One Really Beautiful Wrist Motion That Is Synchronized With Your Head And Heart, And You Have It, And Therefore It Looks As If It Were Born In A Minute.

The Price For Living The Life I Have -- For Any Serious, Devoted Person, Is That At Times One Must Live Alone, Or Feel Alone. I Think Loneliness Is Associated In Many People's Minds When They Think About Success.

I Don't Resent Being A Female Painter. I Don't Exploit It. I Paint.