It Takes A Long Time

There Are Enough No Smoking Places Now.

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."

Of Course You Can Still Paint Landscape - It's Not Been Worn Out.

Loads Of People, Particularly Artists, Hate Pretty Pictures. Now I've Never Met Anyone Who Didn't Like A Pretty Face.

I Am Constantly Preoccupied With How To Remove Distance So That We Can All Come Closer Together, So That We Can All Begin To Sense We Are The Same, We Are One.