You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live, when I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give. Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from my hole, quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.

The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.

The National Bank at profit sells road maps for the soul.

I paint mostly from real life. It has to start with that. Real people, real street scenes, behind the curtain scenes, live models, paintings, photographs, staged setups, architecture, grids, graphic design. Whatever it takes to make it work.

When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.

Freedom just around the corner for you, but with the truth so far off, what good will it do?

America was founded on the backs of slaves.