Everyone in those days expected that art students were wild, licentious characters. We didn't know how to be, but we sure were anxious to learn.

How will I be remembered? As a technician or artist? As a humorist or a visionary?

If a picture wasn't going very well I'd put a puppy dog in it, always a mongrel, you know, never one of the full bred puppies. And then I'd put a bandage on its foot... I liked it when I did it, but now I'm sick of it.

If there was sadness in this creative world of mine, it was a pleasant sadness. If there were problems, they were humorous problems.

Very interesting for an old duffer like me to try his hand at something new. If I don't do that once in a while, I might just turn into a fossil, you know!

I'll never have enough time to paint all the pictures I'd like to.

I'm still about as pigeon-toed as you can get. But I learned to manage pretty well on a bike. Should have had a bicycle then, when I was a kid, but our family didn't have the money for such luxuries. I saved up to buy one myself a few years later.