World's Luckiest Artist

Why did I love and respect my father? - Because he was noble, courageous, funny, kind, creative, and wonderfully optomistic - considering his providing-for-our-family life, and longevity, got crushed by WW2.

Pamela and Gordon, strangely suited for each other, are 2 of my oldest and dearest friends. Toast and Beans was birthed when his truck and her flower garden clashed.

Simply driving Wendy to the airport on the morn of my 50th birthday 20 years ago proved entertaining - entertaining as hell.

When I left Hollywood I felt I was leaving home, for the first time in my life. Why? - Because I belong there, or much of my art does, translated into 44 films. If the gods are kind they will be - before I croak.

Of all the nonfiction volumes I penned I enjoyed this one the most because I got to study Tinseltown up close, outside the studios or no. Americans, truly, are a fascinating lot - almost as eccentric as the Brits, and far, far more ebullient.

My first few months in Hollywood were awash in culture shock: a culture shock intensified by the Northridge Earthquake, which happened a scant 50 days after my arrival.

Even a turn-of-the-nineteenth-century, middle-aged sailor can find love, friendship, and purpose. How? - By being ready for them, and worthy.

FlowerDance is the first of 7 DVDs in a PhotoSymphony I've created, the final 6 only requiring the addition of the consummate music required to match Michael Gillette's guitar virtuosity wedded to the first.

The king of the kangaroos is a no-holds-barred, up-front character that won't tolerate unhappiness in a child: a cutting-to-the-chase healer that becomes a lonely little girl's friend.

Index included, Vignettes, Thoughts, and a Classical Exit is only 165 pages long but oh my is it packed - a fruitcake, like all my fictions. Biographers will love mining it one day, providing I become famous because of it and the 60+ other volumes I intend to self-publish before shaking off this mortal coil.