The View Of Life I

I Know Of No Painless Process For Giving Birth To A Picture Idea. When I Must Produce, I Retire To A Quiet Room With A Supply Of Cheap Paper And Sharp Pencils; My Brain Knows It's Going To Take A Beating.

I Can Take A Lot Of Pats On The Back. I Love It When I Get Admiring Letters From People. And, Of Course, I'd Love It If The Critics Would Notice Me, Too.

Commonplaces Never Become Tiresome. It Is We Who Become Tired When We Cease To Be Curious And Appreciative.

I Talk As I Sketch, Too, In Order To Keep Their Minds Off What I'm Doing So I'll Get The Most Natural Expression I Can From Them. Also, The Talking Helps To Size Up The Subject's Personality, So I Can Figure Out Better How To Portray Him.

I Used To Sit In The Studio With A Copy Of The (saturday Evening) Post Laid Across My Knees ... And Then I'd Conjure Up A Picture Of Myself As A Famous Illustrator And Gloat Over It, Putting Myself In Various Happy Situations, Surrounded By Admiring Females, Deferred To By Office Flunkies At The Magazines, Wined And Dined By The Editor.