Spring Passes And One Remembers One's Innocence.

The Nice Thing About The Gallery Shows Is That Without Having To Pay Any Money You Can Just Go And See It.

When People Don't Understand My Work, I Don't Feel Like Explaining.

It's A Waste Of Time To Think That If You Colored A Painting Red What Might Have Happened If You Painted It Black.

Life Keeps Getting Better. If Anything, You Start To Carry A Certain Pride In Having Survived All Those Years.

It's Better That You're Criticized Than Complimented As A Person.