It Was Taunted As Reality. It Was

Around 1980, I Went Back To Painting With A Vengeance.

It Was Taunted As Reality. It Was Dangled As A Carrot. In Terms Of People's Hopes And Dreams, To Say That That Is Less Of A Reality Than The Daily Grind They Find Themselves In Is Maybe Not Correct.

I Don't Think You Really Can Send An Exact Message, Because Any Two Viewers Are So Disparate, In Terms Of Their Backgrounds, Their Point Of View, Their Histories, That There's No Telling What That Message Might Be.

You'd Have To Think That You're At Least Decent, Or You Couldn't Get Up Every Morning And Do It. I Think If I Live Long Enough, I Might Be Pretty Good

The Trouble With Jogging Is That The Ice Falls Out Of Your Glass.