Do Parents Sit Down And Tell Their

I Don't Know How To Write A Children's Book.

All I Wanted Was To Be Straight So My Parents Could Be Happy. They Never, Never, Never Knew.

Art Has Always Been My Salvation. And My Gods Are Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson, Mozart. I Believe In Them With All My Heart. And When Mozart Is Playing In My Room, I Am In Conjunction With Something I Can’t Explain — I Don’t Need To. I Know That If There’s A Purpose For Life, It Was For Me To Hear Mozart. Or If I Walk In The Woods And I See An Animal, The Purpose Of My Life Was To See That Animal. I Can Recollect It, I Can Notice It. I’m Here To Take Note Of. And That Is Beyond My Ego, Beyond Anything That Belongs To Me, An Observer, An Observer.

As An Aspiring Artist, You Should Strive For Originality Of Vision. Have Something To Say And A Fresh Way Of Saying It. No Story Is Worth The Writing, No Picture Worth The Making, If It’s Not The Work Of The Imagination.

I Never Thought Of Bumble-ardy In That Way. But I Still Have That Same Deep Feeling For Children Who Are In Dire Trouble. I See Bumble-ardy As A Lonely, Unhappy Kid Who Is Doing The Very Best He Can To Be In The World, To Have A Party.