It was 1971. There were no more than a dozen painters in the entire country making a living exclusively from their paintings. However, there were thousands of painters and artists in the country creating significant and masterful works of art. They survived by taking various jobs: bussing tables, cleaning houses, delivering pizza, ushering in theatres, teaching, driving taxis - anything that could keep the paint flowing. Fighting recklessly against time, I knew some would die young from poor health, while they painted furiously.