I Paint Life As I Would Like

How Will I Be Remembered? As A Technician Or Artist? As A Humorist Or A Visionary?

I Learned To Draw Everything Except Glamorous Women. No Matter How Much I Tried To Make Them Look Sexy, They Always Ended Up Looking Silly... Or Like Somebody's Mother.

The Remarks About My Reaching The Age Of Social Security And Coming To The End Of The Road, They Jolted Me. And That Was Good. Because I Sure As Hell Had No Intention Of Just Sitting Around For The Rest Of My Life. So I'd Whip Out The Paints And Really Go To It.

I'm Still About As Pigeon-toed As You Can Get. But I Learned To Manage Pretty Well On A Bike. Should Have Had A Bicycle Then, When I Was A Kid, But Our Family Didn't Have The Money For Such Luxuries. I Saved Up To Buy One Myself A Few Years Later.

When I Go To Farms Or Little Towns, I Am Always Surprised At The Discontent I Find. And New York, Too Often, Has Looked Across The Sea Toward Europe. And All Of Us Who Turn Our Eyes Away From What We Have Are Missing Life.