A simple equation for the production of successful art work is lots of reference material plus lots of art supplies equals lots of painting happiness.
Me? I was lost for long time. I didn’t make any friends for few years. You can say I made friends with two trees, two big trees in the middle of the school […]. I spent all my free time up in those trees. Everyone called me Tree Boy for the longest time. […]. I preferred trees to people. After that I preferred pigeons, but it was trees first.
All you need is lots and lots of data and lots of information about what the right answer is, and you'll be able to train a big neural net to do what you want.
I don't think I'm mainstream. I think what I am is lots and lots of different cults. And when you get lots and lots of small groups who like you a lot, they add up to a big group without ever actually becoming mainstream.
I prefer the country life. I live in Kingston, but there is lots of trees.
Trees are essentially growing chairs. There are lots of primates that sit and sleep in them.
Writing a song is like playing a series of downs in football: Lots of rules, timing is crucial, lots of boundaries, lots of protective gear, lots of stopping and starting.
Readers don't grow in trees. But they are grown-in places where they are fertilized with lots of print, and above all, read to daily.
I'm interested in raw land and trees and fresh air and rivers and lots of animals around them.
Every time you have a crisis in a country you have an extreme wing coming up and proposing solutions. The way to fight them is by doing lots of work teaching people that every time these fascist systems gained power they ended up with big tragedies - lots of blood, lots of police, and lots of misery.
I was always in hospital as a kid: I had a tumour on my knee, lots of broken bones. I loved climbing trees.
We have lots of fruit trees and vegetables - we live endlessly on courgettes. I certainly wouldn't approve of a diet of McDonald's for my children.
'You know Bobby, when I was your age I'd drive the ball right over those trees at the corner.' Feeling challenged Mr. Cole hit a big driver right into those big trees. Snead then said 'Of course, when I was your age, those trees were only 10 feet high.'
Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.
Broad-streeted Richmond . . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.