My mother was born in Baltimore, and before her marriage, she was an artist and teacher of art.

In the spring of 1936, I was introduced by friends to Jean Tatlock. In the autumn, I began to court her. We were at least twice close enough to marriage to think of ourselves as engaged.

Summer is when I forget I'm an art teacher and remember I'm an artist

A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle.

I was born five days before D-Day in 1944. My father was a mechanical engineer, which was a reserved occupation, so he didn't have to enlist. My mother was a housewife. She worked in a bank before marrying my father.

My mother was born in Wilmington, Delaware. She's a U.S. citizen, so I'm a U.S. citizen.