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?

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.

I said, 'Well, how much space do I have?' And they said, 'Well, you know, it's the Internet.'

Go out and walk. That is the glory of life.

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.

My sister is an artist and an interior designer. She went to high school for art. I went to high school for music.

Michael Pollan is a champion. In all ways. A man of great integrity, humor, and common sense and kindness.