An Artist Is Forced By Others To

An Artist Is Forced By Others To Paint Out Of His Own Free Will.

Content Is A Glimpse Of Something, An Encounter Like A Flash. It's Very Tiny - Very Tiny. Content.

Once, After Finishing A Picture, I Thought I Would Stop For Awhile, Take A Trip, Do Things-the Next Time I Thought Of This, I Found Five Years Had Gone By.

If I Stretch My Arms And Wonder Where My Fingers Are - That Is All The Space I Need As A Painter.

The Trouble With Being Poor Is That It Takes Up All Your Time.