I Paint Life As I Would Like

I Work From Fatigue To Fatigue At My Age There's Only So Much Daylight Left.

The Balopticon [a Machine That Projects Photos On Canvas To Trace The Lines] Is An Evil, Inartistic, Habit-forming, Lazy And Vicious Machine! It Also Is A Useful, Time-saving, Practical And Helpful One. I Use One Often-and Am Thoroughly Ashamed Of It. I Hide It Whenever I Hear People Coming.

I Know Of No Painless Process For Giving Birth To A Picture Idea. When I Must Produce, I Retire To A Quiet Room With A Supply Of Cheap Paper And Sharp Pencils; My Brain Knows It's Going To Take A Beating.

I Didn't Know What To Expect From A Famous Movie Star; Maybe That He'd Be Sort Of Stuck-up, You Know. But Not Gary Cooper. He Horsed Around So Much... That I Had A Hard Time Painting Him.

The Remarks About My Reaching The Age Of Social Security And Coming To The End Of The Road, They Jolted Me. And That Was Good. Because I Sure As Hell Had No Intention Of Just Sitting Around For The Rest Of My Life. So I'd Whip Out The Paints And Really Go To It.