Let's Just Say, The American

My Paintings Are Reflections Of My Own Inner Mysteries... They All Reflect My Relationship To My Steadiest Of Companions And Muses - Nature And Animals.

Training Of Female Athletes Is So New That The Limits Of Female Possibility Are Still Unknown.

Let's Just Say, The American School Of Suburban Angst Is Not My Cup Of Tea.

Pretty Things Will Swarm You Like That, Like Your Heart Was A Hive Of Electric Bees.

There Are The Those Whose Own Vulgar Normality Is So Apparent And Stultifying That They Strive To Escape It. They Affect Flamboyant Behaviour And Claim Originality According To The Fashionable Eccentricities Of Their Time. They Claim Brains Or Talent Or Indifference To Mores In Desperate Attempts To Deny Their Own Mediocrity.