It’s so important to do something every day that will make you happy.
We artists are a different breed of people. We’re a happy bunch.
Think about a cloud. Just float around and be there.
If I paint something, I don’t want to have to explain what it is.
People look at me like I’m a little strange, when I go around talking to squirrels and rabbits and stuff. That’s ok. That’s just ok.
Everybody has dreams. You are living the American dream, what’s wrong with pushing to secure it for everyone?
Possessing talent is nothing more than the continuous pursuit of a life-long interest.
Talk to the tree, make friends with it.
Most painters want recognition, especially by their peers.
I stay hidden. I’m sort of hard to find.
There are thousands of very, very talented artists who will never be known, even after they are dead.
Remember, you can do anything in your world that you want to.
We don’t laugh because we feel good; we feel good because we laugh.
I have to paint fast on television because of the limited time, but I don’t want people to see what I’m showing them as work, something to worry and fret over. This is supposed to be fun.
I never turn down requests for interviews. I’m just rarely asked.
Traditionally, art has been for the select few.
Little more black, little more blue. And we’ll just put that in using little crisscross strokes or – or little X’s, whatever you want to call them. Whatever.
Within one hour of touching the brush to canvas for the first time, my students have a total, complete painting.
Now then, let’s come right down in here and put some nice big strong arms on these trees. Tree needs an arm too. It’ll hold up the weight of the forest. Little bird has to have a place to set there. There he goes...
What can be painted can be punished.