“It’s only paper.” This simple statement is usually given as encouragement to stop feeling anxious about painting and to experiment, to take some risks with it. For me, it was practically life-changing. As a small child, I was allowed only one piece of paper a day for drawing and coloring. Either we were extremely poor or there was a paper shortage in postwar L.A. Later I was ordered not to major in art, but to do something to earn a living. Somehow a part of me still believes that I am not entitled to make art, that painting is a waste of time and precious resources like paper. “It’s only paper” is a new world view for me.