That cartoony, funky, playful sense of whimsy that pervades everything. No, no, please dont ask me that. OK, Gregory Peck. This is seasonal. In the winter I drink cocoa.
Arts are the soul of a country.
A country that does not support its artists is a country that is dying inside. In that case, I do it on the streets, in fields, in shopping malls, on the bus, during committee meetings, on balconies, in bed, on bridges, in cars, and generally everywhere. If, however, it means putting pen to paper, I do that at my desk. I write everything long hand in big blue notebooks, then transcribe to computer. In general, I admire gnarly old ladies like Georgia O'Keefe or Emily Dickinson or Greta Garbo, who pretty much did as they pleased.