I'll Never Have Enough Time To Paint

My Best Efforts Were Some Modern Things That Looked Like Very Lousy Matisses. Thank God I Had The Sense To Realize They Were Lousy, And Leave Paris.

I Used To Sit In The Studio With A Copy Of The (saturday Evening) Post Laid Across My Knees ... And Then I'd Conjure Up A Picture Of Myself As A Famous Illustrator And Gloat Over It, Putting Myself In Various Happy Situations, Surrounded By Admiring Females, Deferred To By Office Flunkies At The Magazines, Wined And Dined By The Editor.

Without Thinking Too Much About It In Specific Terms, I Was Showing The America I Knew And Observed To Others Who Might Not Have Noticed. My Fundamental Purpose Is To Interpret The Typical American. I Am A Story Teller.

How Will I Be Remembered? As A Technician Or Artist? As A Humorist Or A Visionary?

If There Was Sadness In This Creative World Of Mine, It Was A Pleasant Sadness. If There Were Problems, They Were Humorous Problems.