Painting is my vehicle of transit. I don't always know where I am going or what it means.

I often feel I am being burned at the stake just because I have always refused to give up that wonderful strange power I have inside me that becomes manifested when I am in harmonious communication with some other inspired being.

People under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats.

Painting is my vehicle of transit. I don't always know where I am going or what it means.

I've always had access to other worlds. We all do because we dream.

I warn you, I refuse to be an object.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if I won a helicopter in a crossword puzzle competition? There is not much hope though I am afraid, as they never give such practical prizes.