There are no rules. That is how art is born, how breakthroughs happen. Go against the rules or ignore the rules. That is what invention is about.

Art has a will of its own. It has nothing to do with the taste of the moment or what's expected of you. That's a formula for dead art, or fashionable art.

You have to know how to use the accident, how to recognise it, how to control it, and ways to eliminate it so that the whole surface looks felt and born all at once.

I'd rather risk an ugly surprise than rely on things I know I can do.

In relations with people, as in art, if you always stick to style, manners, and what will work, and you're never caught off guard, then some beautiful experiences never happen.

There are no rules. Let the picture lead you where it must go.

Every canvas is a journey all its own.

I follow the rules until I go against them all.

I had the landscape in my arms as I painted it. I had the landscape in my mind and shoulder and wrist.

What concerns me when I work, is not whether the picture is a landscape, or whether it's pastoral, or whether somebody will see a sunset in it. What concerns me is - did I make a beautiful picture?

I don't resent being a female painter. I don't exploit it. I paint.

Many who have learnedfrom Hesiod the countless namesof gods and monstersnever understandthat night and day are one

Rationality and common sense never goes out of fashion.

The beauty of independence, departure, actions that rely on themselves.

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.

I think setting a goal, getting a visual image of what it is you want. You've got to see what it is you want to achieve before you can pursue it.

We have got to have more providers to replace those who are leaving.

In our day it's worse to judge evil than to do evil.

I've got to live my life the way I feel is right for me. Might not be right for you, but it's right for me.

All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.

Embrace silence since meditation is the only way to truly come to know your Source.