To create, on a square of canvas, twinkling images of an adored world is a power which never ceases to delight and astonish me. Dancers jitterbugging in the park; toy-like calico ponies of the rodeo cavorting and wheeling with the same intentness as their human riders; a market boy, his wan face caught, pale and greeny, for a moment in a shaft of fluorescent light from a neighboring store window. This is the stuff of my art and my life.
When I look back and I wonder how I arrived at this point and what factors shaped my life, no simple, all-inclusive explanation comes ready to my mind. Though the progress of my career seems fragmentary in retrospect, there was, yet, in it a thread of consistency.