It Wouldn't Be Right For Me To

I Just Wanted To Do Something Important.

Commonplaces Never Become Tiresome. It Is We Who Become Tired When We Cease To Be Curious And Appreciative.

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.

I Unconsciously Decided That, Even If It Wasn't An Ideal World, It Should Be. So I Painted Only The Ideal Aspects Of It - Pictures In Which There Are No Drunken Slatterns Or Self-centered Mothers... Only Foxy Grandpas Who Played Baseball With The Kids And Boys Who Fished From Logs And Got Up Circuses In The Backyard.

The Balopticon [a Machine That Projects Photos On Canvas To Trace The Lines] Is An Evil, Inartistic, Habit-forming, Lazy And Vicious Machine! It Also Is A Useful, Time-saving, Practical And Helpful One. I Use One Often-and Am Thoroughly Ashamed Of It. I Hide It Whenever I Hear People Coming.