Around 1955, my canvases literally splintered. Their colors came out of the closet, you might say, to open the rectangles to a different light. They were prismatic, surfaces where I veiled, suggested and floated my persistent icons and preoccupations, in another of the thousand ways of saying the same things.

     –from Between Lives: An Artist and Her World. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 2001, p. 178.