I look out the window sometimes to seek the color of the shadows and the different greens in the trees, but when I get ready to paint I just close my eyes and imagine a scene.

. . . daydreams, as it were . . . I look out the window sometimes to seek the color of the shadows and the different greens in the trees, but when I get ready to paint I just close my eyes and imagine a scene.

Sometimes when I travel, I like to close my eyes and imagine visiting during another era.

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be.

I have written my life in small sketches, a little today, a little yesterday . . . I look back on my life a good day's work, it was done and I feel satisfied with it. I made the best out of what life offered.

I don't advise any one to take it up as a business proposition, unless they really have talent, and are crippled so as to deprive them of physical labor.