A Piece Of Art Is A Compact

Every Conversation, Every Cuddle, Aver Kiss And Caress, Even Every Disagreement, Adds Another Brushstroke To The Picture Of Home You Paint With The Days And Hours Of Your Life.

I Think The Art World... Is A Very Small Pond, And It's A Very Inbred Pond. They Rely On Information From An Elect Elite Sect Of Galleries, Primarily In New York.

When I Find My Focus And Keep My Balance- I Find That All Is Right With My World.

I Remember My Mom Had A Big Collection Of Copies Of Saturday Evening Post Magazines, And That Was Really My Introduction To Those Great Illustrators.

The Worlds I Paint Leave A Lot To Engage The Imagination By Hinting At What Lies Beyond The Four Edges Of The Painting.