For Myself, I Declare I

I Began To Paint Again, Even Though I Could Barely Hold The Brush, But Knowing Exactly What I Wanted To Paint, I Began Three More Large Canvases... Of Large Wheat Fields Under Cloudy Skies, And It Did Not Take A Great Deal To Express Sadness And Loneliness... I Believe These Paintings Say What Words Cannot.

Art Is But Imitation Of Nature.

The More I Think About It, The More I Realize There Is Nothing More Artistic Than To Love Others.

Everywhere We Look, Complex Magic Of Nature Blazes Before Our Eyes.

Success Is Sometimes The Outcome Of A Whole String Of Failures.