You Don't Make Art, You Find It

What One Does Is What Counts. Not What One Had The Intention Of Doing.

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.

To Be Young, Really Young, Takes A Very Long Time.

Art Is The Best Possible Introduction To The Culture Of The World. I Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings It Can Summon At A Touch. It Washes Away From The Soul The Dust Of Everyday Life.

It Took Me A Lifetime.