Critics have always claimed that a painter should have no other mistress than his art. I have had a houseful of other interests that aroused me more than art. When I turned to painting, it was to express a sensation of fulfillment. Is a painter who is blessed with a perfect life and does not slither about in mental agony, worth a second look? Well, I don’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks about my heart.

IT BEATS FOR ME