I Look Back On My

I Have Written My Life In Small Sketches, A Little Today, A Little Yesterday, As I Have Thought Of It, As I Remember All The Things From Childhood On Through The Years, Good Ones And Unpleasant Ones, That Is How They Come Out And That Is How We Have To Take Them.

I Would Never Sit Back In A Rocking Chair, Waiting For Someone To Help Me.

People Should Take Time To Be Happy.

I Look Out The Window Sometimes To Seek The Color Of The Shadows And The Different Greens In The Trees, But When I Get Ready To Paint I Just Close My Eyes And Imagine A Scene.

I Like To Paint Something That Leads Me On And On Into The Unknown, Something That I Want To See Away On Beyond.