I Love You When I Forget About

Paul Simon Started Piling Up A Lot Of Words, More Than The Bar Could Handle, And I Stopped!

The Thing That Started Me Painting Originally Was Seeing Bambi When I Was About Nine. I Was Incredibly Disturbed By The Forest Fire That Killed Bambi's Mother, And That Distress Gave Me The Impulse To Create Something, As A Way Of Dealing With It.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

I Never Loved A Man As Far As I Could Pitch My Shoe.

Oh, The Jealousy, The Greed Is The Unraveling. It's The Unraveling And It Undoes All The Joy That Could Be. .