I Don't Resent Being A Female Painter.

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 Follow The Rules Until I Go Against Them All.

I've Explored A Variety Of Directions And Themes Over The Years. But I Think In My Painting You Can See The Signature Of One Artist, The Work Of One Wrist.

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.