Cherish the people who make up your home, and you’ll notice the hearth fires burn brighter than ever before.
You have to expect spiritual warfare whenever you stand up for righteousness or call attention to basic values. It’s just a matter of light battling the darkness. But the light wins every time. You can’t throw enough darkness on light to put it out.
Surround yourself with the kinds of input that are uplifting, that expand your mind and settle your spirit.
It’s a simple liberating reality – the best things in life are mine for the choosing...
I try to create paintings that are a window for the imagination. If people look at my work and are reminded of the way things once were, or perhaps, the way they could be, then I’ve done my job.
With whatever talent and resources I have, I’m trying to bring light to penetrate the darkness many people feel.
A piece of art is a compact form of the universe.
Somewhere out there is a unique place for you to help others – a unique life role for you to fill that only you can fill.
High culture is paranoid about sentiment. But human beings are intensely sentimental.
The act of contributing to the lives of others is its own reward. A servant’s heart is a greater motivator than financial gain.
My joy burns brighter when I tend to the glowing hearth fires of home.
Our most important legacy will be the contributions we make to the lives of other human beings.
When I find my focus and keep my balance- I find that all is right with my world.
It’s when I let myself get little that I tumble head over heels into joy.
The disintegration of the culture starts with the artist. Im on a crusade to turn the tide in the arts, to restore dignity to the arts and, by extension, to the culture.
I grew up in a broken home. My dad was out of the home when I was five years old. I never knew him very well.
I was always the kid who could draw. I had this talent, and it was the one thing that gave me some kind of dignity in the midst of my personal environment.
I remember my mom had a big collection of copies of Saturday Evening Post magazines, and that was really my introduction to those great illustrators.
I’m a warrior for light.
When I filter the sunshine in my life, I bask in the light of a transforming and inspiring reality...
High culture is paranoid about sentiment, but human beings are intensely sentimental. And if art doesn’t speak language that’s acceptable to people, it relegates itself to obscurity.