I wouldn't say I'm "like" anyone but I definitely have a lot of artistic heroes, each one of them painted, wrote, danced or made exactly what they wanted, how they wanted, when they wanted.

On the death of the painter Andrew Wyeth, aged 91, by Jamie Wyeth:

“Andrew Wyeth was my best friend, my teacher, my mentor, and my father. His death left a gaping hole in my life. Among his legions of admirers and battalions of critics, the question remains: Was his heart an intellectual challenge, or was it sentimental pap? To me, that misses the point. Wyeth was not a Realist painter; he was quite simply, an outsider. His work was utterly untouched by any style, fashion or movement. His world was a magically airless, crystal lit microcosm, of which he was the sole inhabitant, and his art will forever remain, by his own design, elusive.”