I feel like there's too many paintings left unpainted that I just don't want to take the time away.

History has spurts and then is steady, and then maybe even backing up a step, and then forward again.

I found I have to stay painting.

I have the nicest life in the world.

Test pilots have a litmus test for evaluating problems. When something goes wrong, they ask, "Is this thing still flying?" If the answer is yes, then there's no immediate danger, no need to overreact.

But I found that being an artist and doing accurate work is very difficult.

Eventually there are going to be cities in space.