I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From

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”.

Only One Mountain Can Know The Core Of Another Mountain.

I Never Knew I Was A Surrealist Till Andre Breton Came To Mexico And Told Me I Was.

Really, I Do Not Know Whether My Paintings Are Surrealist Or Not, But I Do Know That They Are The Frankest Expression Of Myself.