Georgia OKeeffe Quotes - Page 2

Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.

When people read erotic symbols into my painting, they're really thinking about their own affairs.

Before I put brush to canvas, I question, 'Is this mine? ...Is it influenced by some idea which I have acquired from some man? ...I am trying with all my skill to do a painting that is all of women, as well as all of me.

To make your unknown known - that's the important thing.

I don't see why we ever think of what others think of what we do – no matter who they are. Isn't it enough just to express yourself?

A week ago it was the mountains I thought the most wonderful, and today it's the plains. I guess it's the feeling of bigness in both that carries me away.

God told me if I painted that mountain enough, I could have it.

Since I cannot sing, I paint.

Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.

The days you work are the best days.

It always seems to me that so few people live - they just seem to exist and I don't see any reason why we shouldn't live always - til we die physically.

Artists and religionists are never far apart, they go to the sources of revelation for what they choose to experience and what they report is the degree of their experiences. Intellect wishes to arrange — intuition wishes to accept.

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 the time to look at it-I will make even busy New Yorkers take time to see what I see of flowers.

I decided to accept as true my own thinking.

Dearest - my body is simply crazy with wanting you - If you don't come tomorrow - I don't see how I can wait for you - I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours - the kisses - the hotness - the wetness - all melting together - the being held so tight that it hurts - the strangle and the struggle.

A flower touches everyone's heart.

I like an empty wall because I can imagine what I like on it.

I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.

The painting is like a thread that runs through all the reasons for all the other things that make one's life.

The meaning of a word - to me - is not as exact as the meaning of a color. Colors and shapes make a more definite statement than words.

One can't paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt.

I want real things ... music that makes holes in the sky.

Color is one of the great things in the world that makes life worth living to me and as I have come to think of painting it is my efforts to create an equivalent with paint color for the world, life as I see it.

You get whatever accomplishment you are willing to declare.

My center does not come from my mind - it feels in me like a plot of warm moist well tilled earth with the sun shining hot on it... It seems I would rather feel starkly empty than let any thing be planted that cannot be tended to the fullest possibility of its growth.