So Many Things I Would Have Done,

I Was Anti-intellectual To The Nth. Basically I Liked To Dance And Paint, And That Was About It.

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.

Lazy Reviewers Look Up Other People's Reviews And They Write The Same Thing, So You Get People Writing Crap Based On Crap.

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.

The Thing That Started Me Painting Originally Was Seeing Bambi When I Was About Nine. I Was Incredibly Disturbed By The Forest Fire That Killed Bambi's Mother, And That Distress Gave Me The Impulse To Create Something, As A Way Of Dealing With It.