I Drank To Drown My Sorrows, But

Painting Completed My Life.

My Painting Carries With It The Message Of Pain.

Only One Mountain Can Know The Core Of Another Mountain.

I Drank To Drown My Sorrows, But The Damned Things Learned How To Swim.

My Paintings Are Well-painted, Not Nimbly But Patiently. My Painting Contains In It The Message Of Pain. I Think That At Least A Few People Are Interested In It. It's Not Revolutionary. Why Keep Wishing For It To Be Belligerent? I Can't. Painting Completed My Life. I Lost Three Children And A Series Of Other Things That Would Have Fulfilled My Horrible Life. My Painting Took The Place Of All Of This. I Think Work Is The Best.