The Story Is The First Thing And

I Unconsciously Decided That, Even If It Wasn't An Ideal World, It Should Be. So I Painted Only The Ideal Aspects Of It - Pictures In Which There Are No Drunken Slatterns Or Self-centered Mothers... Only Foxy Grandpas Who Played Baseball With The Kids And Boys Who Fished From Logs And Got Up Circuses In The Backyard.

No Man With A Conscience Can Just Bat Out Illustrations. He's Got To Put All His Talent And Feeling Into Them!

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.

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.

My Best Efforts Were Some Modern Things That Looked Like Very Lousy Matisses. Thank God I Had The Sense To Realize They Were Lousy, And Leave Paris.