I have the nicest life in the world.

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

As the centuries unfold, millions of artists will live on the moon and paint the moon and Mars as we go out into the universe.

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.

I found I have to stay painting.

Eventually there are going to be cities in space.

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