Most of us have to be transplanted before we blossom.

Early in school, they called me 'the artist.' When teachers wanted things painted, they called upon me, they called upon 'the artist.' I am not saying that I learned my name, animals can learn their names, I am saying that they learned it.

In the end, as you get older and older, your life is your life, and you are alone with it.

It gave me great pleasure to think that I could take wood, make it good, and make people like Rockefeller buy it with paper money.

I make collages. I join the shattered world creating a new harmony.

I don’t demand that all work be a masterpiece. What I am doing is the right thing for me - that is what I am and this is living. It reflects me and I reflect it.

What we call reality is an agreement that people have arrived at to make life more livable.