Life is what you make it.

I paint from the top down. From the sky, then the mountains, then the hills, then the houses, then the cattle, and then the people.

I look out the window sometimes to seek the color of the shadows and the different greens in the trees, but when I get ready to paint I just close my eyes and imagine a scene.

I like to paint something that leads me on and on into the unknown, something that I want to see away on beyond.

A strange thing is memory, and hope; one looks backward, and the other forward; one is of today, the other of tomorrow. Memory is history recorded in our brain, memory is a painter, it paints pictures of the past and of the day.

I would never sit back in a rocking chair, waiting for someone to help me.

People should take time to be happy.