A Good Picture, Any Picture, Has To

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.

There Are More Copies Than Originals Among People.

Reality Is To Be Found In Lightness And Darkness.

When I Was A Kid I Drew Like Michelangelo. It Took Me Years To Learn To Draw Like A Kid.

Rhythm Is A Perception Of Time... When Drawing, The Tiredness Of The Hand Is A Rhythm.