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

I found I have to stay painting.

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

Frequently on the lunar surface I said to myself, 'This is the Moon, that is the Earth. I'm really here, I'm really here!'

But I'm the only one who can paint the moon, because I'm the only one who knows whether that's right or not.

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

Eventually there are going to be cities in space.