The Moment I Got A Very Big

On The 31st Of October 2011 Year, I Had A Mini-stroke. I Couldn't Finish My Sentences. So I Went To The Doctor. It Was A Tiny One. The Speech Came Back In A Month Or So. I Did Notice I Could Draw Even Better, I Felt. I Was Concentrating More. And I Wasn't Talking Much, But I Was Drawing. I Said, "well, I Don't Have To Talk Much."

It Takes A Long Time To Make It Simple.

I Love California; Everything Is So Artificial.

If You Like Music You Like Silence Actually.

Once My Hand Has Drawn Something My Eye Has Observed, I Know It By Heart, And I Can Draw It Again Without A Model.