I live in a small world of gouache and brush and pen and ink. I'd like to explore the world of multiples - etching and prints.

Soon enough it will be me struggling (valiantly?) to walk - lugging my stuff around. How are we all so brave as to take step after step? Day after day? How are we so optimistic, so careful not to trip and yet do trip, and then get up and say O.K. Why do I feel so sorry for everyone and so proud?

You'd have to be completely crazy not to be influenced by and take from other artists. It's completely impossible not to.

if something does go wrong, here is my advice... KEEP CALM and CARRY ON.

The most inspiring objects are books. I have about 5,000 volumes in my home library. It's an unending source of visuals and ideas.

I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.

It's almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.