I Allow No One To Touch Me.

It Is Impossible For Emotion Not To Come On Us In Thinking Of That Time Now Flowed Away.

Right Now A Moment Of Time Is Fleeting By! Capture Its Reality In Paint! To Do That We Must Put All Else Out Of Our Minds. We Must Become That Moment, Make Ourselves A Sensitive Recording Plate...give The Image Of What We Actually See, Forgetting Everything That Has Been Seen Before Our Time.

I've Come To The Conclusion That It's Not Really Possible To Help Others.

There Is No Such Thing As An Amateur Artist As Different From A Professional Artist. There Is Only Good Art And Bad Art.

If Isolation Tempers The Strong, It Is The Stumbling-block Of The Uncertain.