Photoshop Came Out Of Painting, And Now

I Think We Seem To Remember Things In Still Pictures. I Never Gave Up On Painting. When They Said Painting Was Dead, I Just Thought, Well, That's All About Photography, And Photography's Not That Interesting, And It's Changing Anyway.

People From The Village Come Up And Tease Me: 'we Hear You've Started Drawing On Your Telephone.' And I Tell Them, 'well, No, Actually, It's Just That Occasionally I Speak On My Sketch Pad,'

Oh, I Like Smoking, I Do. I Smoke For My Health, My Mental Health. Tobacco Gives You Little Pauses, A Rest From Life. I Don't Suppose Anyone Smoking A Pipe Would Have Road Rage, Would They?

In The End Nobody Knows How It's Done — How Art Is Made. It Can't Be Explained. Optical Devices Are Just Tools. Understanding A Tool Doesn't Explain The Magic Of Creation. Nothing Can.

We Don't All See The Same Way At All. Even If I'm Sitting Looking At You, There Is Always The Memory Of You As Well. And A Memory Is Now. So Someone Who's Never Met You Before Is Seeing A Different Person. That's Bound To Be The Case. We All See Something Different. I Assume Most People Don't Look Very Hard At Anything.