I Went To Art School Actually When

I'm Very Attracted To The Great Open Spaces Of The West.

A Lot Of People, Given The Chance, Would Blow Up Everything, And You And Me.

I'm Always Excited By The Unlikely, Never By Ordinary Things.

On The 31st Of October 2011 Year, I Had A Mini-stroke. I Couldn't Finish My Sentences. So I Went To The Doctor. It Was A Tiny One. The Speech Came Back In A Month Or So. I Did Notice I Could Draw Even Better, I Felt. I Was Concentrating More. And I Wasn't Talking Much, But I Was Drawing. I Said, "well, I Don't Have To Talk Much."

What I Always Longed To Do Was To Be Able To Paint Like I Can Draw, Most Artists Would Tell You That, They Would All Like To Paint Like They Can Draw.