You can’t smear acrylics, you know, it dries too fast.

I came here as a man of visions. I was sent here as a man of visions, like a second Noah. I’m not a Noah but I’m here as a second Noah. I’m here as a red light is in the street.

Sometimes I don’t even pull my shoes off for six weeks at a time, except, you know, just to take a shower. I just take breaks between 24 hours a day, just a break now and then, it don’t take me long to rest; maybe 20 to30 minutes sometime, or maybe an hour.

I never did buy things on credit, I always paid for ’em, because I can’t see much difference in paying for something and just waiting a week and pay interest on it; that looks foolish to me.

Well, as far as I’m concerned, I’m not here to live a normal life. I’m sent here on a mission.

And since they wasn't able to turn my art over, I sort of just switched off to Phyllis Kind, she's really my agent. She has a gallery in Chicago.

I took the pieces you threw away, put them together by night and day. Washed by the rain. Dried by the sun. A million pieces all in one.

I never met someone I did not love.

So all I have to do is just when that Holy Spirit says to do something, I know that's supposed to be done, regardless to anything else.

And I just started a church. I called it the World's Folk Art Church. I bought this old church. There was no deacons or pastors or anything.