I paint the spirit and soul of what I see.

(...) photography opened up quite a little Pandora's box, kiddies. (...) Once we no longer had to depend on drawing and painting to record our existence — once they became an option — they mutated . . . into a form of expression. And Art for its own sake, God help us, was born.

Perhaps all women are part faerie, for what woman can deny her faerie blood when the portals to her own land are open; when the full moon sings its insistent song; when sorrow and passion and rage pulse through her body at moon times. This is why women are the chosen ones of Faerie, pat of the vibrant, fluid, emotional soul of the world…

This is the last of this era of illustrating,

They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.

Nude drawing and nude painting is where you learn the balance of forces and the balance of thrusts.