Most People Think I Paint Fast. I

The Older I Become The More I Realize Of That I Have To Work Very Hard To Reproduce What I Search: The Instantaneous. The Influence Of The Atmosphere On The Things And The Light Scattered Throughout.

No, I'm Not A Great Painter. Neither Am I A Great Poet.

It's On The Strength Of Observation And Reflection That One Finds A Way. So We Must Dig And Delve Unceasingly.

I'm Not Performing Miracles, I'm Using Up And Wasting A Lot Of Paint.

I Would Like To Paint The Way A Bird Sings.