I Paint Life As I Would Like

The Remarks About My Reaching The Age Of Social Security And Coming To The End Of The Road, They Jolted Me. And That Was Good. Because I Sure As Hell Had No Intention Of Just Sitting Around For The Rest Of My Life. So I'd Whip Out The Paints And Really Go To It.

Travel Is Like A Tonic To Me. It's More Than Just Getting Away From The Studio For A Brief Rest. I Need It To Recharge My Batteries.

Everyone In Those Days Expected That Art Students Were Wild, Licentious Characters. We Didn't Know How To Be, But We Sure Were Anxious To Learn.

Very Interesting For An Old Duffer Like Me To Try His Hand At Something New. If I Don't Do That Once In A While, I Might Just Turn Into A Fossil, You Know!

I Know Of No Painless Process For Giving Birth To A Picture Idea. When I Must Produce, I Retire To A Quiet Room With A Supply Of Cheap Paper And Sharp Pencils; My Brain Knows It's Going To Take A Beating.