It Wouldn't Be Right For Me To

It Wouldn't Be Right For Me To Clown Around When I'm Painting A President.

I Talk As I Sketch, Too, In Order To Keep Their Minds Off What I'm Doing So I'll Get The Most Natural Expression I Can From Them. Also, The Talking Helps To Size Up The Subject's Personality, So I Can Figure Out Better How To Portray Him.

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.

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.