Around 1980, I Went Back To Painting

Like A Guide Dog, Paintings Help You See.

It Was Taunted As Reality. It Was Dangled As A Carrot. In Terms Of People's Hopes And Dreams, To Say That That Is Less Of A Reality Than The Daily Grind They Find Themselves In Is Maybe Not Correct.

I Sometimes Question Whether I'm Even An Artist Or Just A Painter.

A Cult Following Is A Nice Way Of Saying Very Few People Like You.

What's The Point Of Cleaning Up Your Act If You Don't Have An Act?