God provides the numbers when I paint.
A mutual acquaintance told me they’d bought the painting at your garage sale. They paid less than the canvas cost me. It would’ve been kinder to toss it in the garbage.
Pigments and colours are far more magical than Harry Potter.
One day I’m going to give in to the temptation to bump a plein-airist’s elbow.
When I have my first solo exhibition I’m going to tell my art tutor that I think his paintings are naff.
If a picture paints a thousand words, I’ve created an encyclopaedia in my life.
In a world of constant harassment, I find contentment in my art.