Nobody sees a flower, really, it is so small.
We haven't time - and to see takes time
like to have a friend takes time.
If I could paint the flower exactly as I see it no one would see what I see
because I would paint it small like the flower is small. So I said to myself -
I'll paint what I see - what the flower is to me but I'll paint it big and they
will be surprised into taking time to look at it - I will make even busy
New Yorkers take time to see what I see of flowers.
...Well, I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time
to really notice my flower you hung all your own associations with flowers
on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think
and see of the flower - and I don't.
i can see why miss o'keeffe wants to live there.
scattered ruins ashgray true refuge.
issueless the rouge and pigment dreams of days and moonlit nights,
painting, four walls over backwards, colors traveling east no sound
changelessness
reflects the passing hour.
dawn, inca rose and amber fragments and the other, called amethyst dusk.
blank planes and sheer of the eye, calm, a longlasting walk in the sand...
one step more and
she will make it.
on her back face to the sky heart beating
little body features overrun by two pale shades
and shadow.
touch open close, all quiet, my mcCartney rose
'well i will always be an outsider in my opinion
because whether my work is any good or not it certainly is outside the current mode
the art world now says they want things to be cool
they dont want anything to be emotional.
and i would like to be emotional
and thats what i would like to be remembered for
the phrase that picasso used is
"art is alive
it tells us the truth"
which i think is a good way of summing it up'
