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When I'm Painting, I'm Not Aware Of What I'm Doing. It's Only After A Get Acquainted Period That I See What I've Been About. I've No Fears About Making Changes For The Painting Has A Life Of Its Own.

I Can Control The Flow Of Paint: There Is No Accident.

A Real Friend Is Someone You Say A Sentence To And They Know Ten Thousand Words Behind That Sentence.

When I Say Artist I Mean The Man Who Is Building Things - Creating Molding The Earth - Whether It Be The Plains Of The West - Or The Iron Ore Of Penn. It's All A Big Game Of Construction - Some With A Brush - Some With A Shovel - Some Choose A Pen.

I Continue To Get Further Away From The Usual Painter's Tools Such As Easel, Palette, Brushes, Etc. I Prefer Sticks, Trowels, Knives And Dripping Fluid Paint Or A Heavy Impasto With Sand, Broken Glass Or Other Foreign Matter Added.