There is a kind of poetry, bad and good, in evrything, everywhere we look.
All we are is eyes looking for the unbroken or the edges where the broken bits might fit each other.
Do you come to art to be comforted, or do you come to art to be re-skinned?
Fashion is fickle, and I was published because I was fashionable. Because I was gay.
I don't want a tombstone. You could carve on it 'She never actually wanted a tombstone.'
It's about the connecting force from form to form. It's the toe bone connecting to the shoulder bone. It's the bacterial kick of life force, something growing out of nothing, forming itself out of something else. Form never stops. And form is always environmental.