To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.
Don't be an art critic. Paint. There lies salvation.
My nervous system is enfeebled only work in oils can sustain me.
The awareness of our own strength makes us modest.
I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
I guess Ive always wanted to push the boundaries as an actor.
I'd like to work on putting art programs back in...
Music enriches people's lives in the same way...
