I Wish I Had A

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.

My Name Had Gone Stale, And No Matter How Progressive I Got, It Was My Time To Die.

Rachmaninoff Made A Musician Out Of Me. His 'rhapsody On A Theme By Paganini' Was The Piece That Sent Me Into Raptures. It Spoke To Me. To Me, It Was A Tender Entreaty For The Misunderstood.

I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.

Because I'm So Busy And Because I Think Of Myself As A Painter, I Desperately Guard The Time That I Have To Paint. And Sometimes I'm Irresponsible To My Career In Order To Paint. Because Painting Is Obsessive. I Forget To Eat. I Forget To Sleep.