You May Think I’m Small, But I

Art Is A Way Of Survival.

You Know, Something Happened To Me When I Became 70. I Started To Feel A Tremendous Love For The Human Race, And Life And This Planet, The Universe, The Whole Shebang.

Art For Me Is Like Breathing. When I Stop Breathing, What Happens?

I'm Not Giving Any Guidance, Ok. I Mean, You Know, Mothers Are Not Supposed To Give Guidance, Right? Anyway, So He's [sean] Doing His Own Thing.

I Have The Outsider's Vision, Which Is Creating Wisdom I Can Share With The World. The Fact That I Am Misunderstood Has Always Given Me An Added Impetus To Work On Communication To Bridge The Gap.