“Reality has become so intolerable, she said, so bleak, that all I can paint now are the colors of my dreams.”
“I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.”
“I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”
“White is not a mere absence of color; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black. God paints in many colors; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white. ”
“I have a habit of painting reality with my dreams.”
“They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.”