A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day. – Grandma Moses
I paint from the top down. From the sky, then the mountains, then the hills, then the houses, then the cattle, and then the people. – Grandma Moses
If you know somethin’ well, you can always paint it but people would be better off buyin’ chickens. – Grandma Moses
I look out the window sometimes to seek the color of the shadows and the different greens in the trees, but when I get ready to paint I just close my eyes and imagine a scene. – Grandma Moses
I look back on my life like a good day’s work, it was done and I am satisfied with it. – Grandma Moses
