The Fine-art World Knows Very Little About

I'm Into Old-time Music, I'm Not Very Interested In Modern, Popular Music At All. And If I'm Really Into Some Particular Old-time Musician, Some Fiddler Or Banjo Player, I'm Always Dying Of Curiosity To See What They Look Like.

Some Things I Won't Do For Any Amount Of Money. That's So Demoralizing And Goes Against Every Principle That I Hold. It's Like, Okay, Some Rich People Can Buy Me Because I'm A Talented Guy. They Can Buy Talent. You Can't Buy It For Yourself, But You Can Buy Other People's Talent To Serve Your Purposes. And Once An Artist Does That, He Becomes Like A Plaything Of The Rich. You Know, Some Of These Wealthy Collectors Have Paid Lots Of Money For Artwork That I Already Did, But I Didn't Do It With The Intention Of Catering To Them.

They Were Just Snapshots, Nothing Special, Nothing Particularly Artistic. They Were Used For Utility Purposes. (on Photographs Of Mundane Streetscapes He Had Stanley Something-or-other Take In Sacramento In 1988 To Serve As Backgrounds To His Cartoons. People Don't Draw It, All This Crap, People Don't Focus Attention On It Because It's Ugly, It's Bleak, It's Depressing... But, This Is The World We Live In; I Wanted My Work To Reflect That, The Background Reality Of Urban Life. )

The Work Itself Is What Motivates Me. I Like My Own Stuff, You Know? I Like The Way It Looks. I Do It To Please Myself First.

When I Listen To Old Music, That's One Of The Few Times That I Actually Have A Kind Of Love For Humanity.