My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided,

Eventually, With Success, I Started To Feel More And More Isolated - Like I Didn't Have A Community Of Artists.

You Snipe So Steady, You Snub So Snide, So Rip And Ready To Diminish And Deride.

You Wake Up One Day And Suddenly Realize That Your Youth Is Behind You, Even Though You're Still Young At Heart.

I Paint My Joy And I Sing My Sorrow.

I Was Young For My Age. Not As Naïve As They Expected. I Don't Know Why I Seem To Bring That Out In People.