December 9, 2002
I have over thirty empty sketchbooks. Some have watercolor paper, some are all black. Six of them have linen covers. Some are spiral bound. One is red with lined paper; one is leather with handmade paper. I have a hundred empty cigar boxes. Twenty-five are wood. Some of them have hinges. I have 50 blank canvases, all different sizes, heavy duty construction. I have every type of colored pencil, pastels, oil sticks, watercolors, and inks. I have a huge room with high ceilings and lots of light. I don’t have any inspiration motivation, or concentration. I don’t have a life.