My Boy. My World.

Maybe there was an old trapper that lived out here and maybe one day he went to check his beaver traps, and maybe he fell into the river and drowned. These trees are so much fun. I get started on them and I have a hard time stopping. You have to allow the paint to break to make it beautiful.

Isn’t that fantastic? Now we don’t want him to get lonely, so we’ll give him a little friend. Didn’t you know you had that much power? You can move mountains. You can do anything. In painting, you have unlimited power. You have the ability to move mountains. Once you learn the technique, ohhh! Turn you loose on the world; you become a tiger.

Water’s like me. It’s laaazy … Boy, it always looks for the easiest way to do things There are no limits in this world. Son of a gun. That’s why I paint – because I can create the kind of world I want – and I can make this world as happy as I want it.

Imagination is the key to painting. Isn’t that fantastic? You can just push a little tree out of your brush like that. If there’s two big trees invariably sooner or later there’s gonna be a little tree. Let’s put some highlights on these little trees. The sun wouldn’t forget them. In your imagination you can go anywhere you want. In your world you can create anything you desire.