There Are Things I Could Say. But

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.

Michelangelo Indeed Could Have Carved Out Your Features.

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

I Paint Mostly From Real Life. It Has To Start With That. Real People, Real Street Scenes, Behind The Curtain Scenes, Live Models, Paintings, Photographs, Staged Setups, Architecture, Grids, Graphic Design. Whatever It Takes To Make It Work.

Fortune Or Fame, You Must Pick One Or The Other, Though Neither Of Them Are To Be What They Claim.