Artist Reply: It's lazy. Forced time. I wanted people to see them for the rushed pressurized things they are. I almost bought a few hundred dollars worth of oil paint a few weeks ago, but I didn't. I think I am afraid that no matter what you paint, you must qualify the painting with words. I mean, you have to bs the audience. Describe it. I wasn't doing my job once I had to describe my art. So I think I'm going to pack it up for awhile. I aint got nothing to say anymore than you could say yourself privately. I accomplished something in that: no one could decribe why they hated the work and no one could describe why they loved the work It is work. I attempted to stay out of that rhealm. But I couldnt. A silent communication with color.. I suppose it could intoxicate anyone. I was always and forever just another poor farming beer drinker. Farming is about as mentally fruitful as painting on canvas. But both teach one thing: patience. resolve, commitement, understanding..OK go away and make your own sentences. I'll never paint landscapes for you or anyone. And , yes, I am looking you in the eyes as I type this... this...my forever.

Artist Reply: why you gotta be hatin on me yo?