Life Is What You Make It.

I Look Out The Window Sometimes To Seek The Color Of The Shadows And The Different Greens In The Trees, But When I Get Ready To Paint I Just Close My Eyes And Imagine A Scene.

A Strange Thing Is Memory, And Hope; One Looks Backward, And The Other Forward; One Is Of Today, The Other Of Tomorrow. Memory Is History Recorded In Our Brain, Memory Is A Painter, It Paints Pictures Of The Past And Of The Day.

I Paint From The Top Down. From The Sky, Then The Mountains, Then The Hills, Then The Houses, Then The Cattle, And Then The People.

I Look Back On My Life Like A Good Day's Work, It Was Done And I Am Satisfied With It.

If I Hadn't Started Painting, I Would Have Raised Chickens.