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

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.

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

It seems farther away now because there are no rockets getting there. Nobody is going.

I find color schemes that I just like and that just feel right.

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

Eventually there are going to be cities in space.