The Miracle Of Being Able To Pay

In Our Family, There Wasn't Anything Else Besides Art. Nothing Else In The World Existed. My Father Never Spoke About Going To A Movie Or Listening To Music, Other Than My Mother's Singing.

In Drawing, I Often Think Of Things As Flying Buttresses.

My Work Life Makes Much Less Sense Now Than 20 Years Ago. It's Humpty-dumpty-like In A Way; I Can't Put The Pieces Back Together.

I Trust My Work. It's A Collaboration With The Material, And When It's Viewed, It's A Collaboration With The World.

My Support System Is Simple - People And Time. The Miracle Of Other People In Your Life.