I don't know, maybe it's because I was raised Catholic. Confession has always held a great appeal for me.

I could not do what I do if I were not obsessive compulsive to a certain extent. I don't act clinically OCD. I'm not going to check things so many times I have to take drugs for it. But the kind of complicated and painstaking work I have to do to make my drawings, it just kind of harnesses that compulsive energy in a constructive way.

I'm not that good of a drawer. I don't know how people just draw stuff out of their head. I'm always creating schemes. If I have to draw someone sitting in a chair, I have to go find a chair, sit in it, and take a picture of myself sitting in it.

Yeah, I read Judy Blume. My mother didn't like that, but I read it anyhow.

I try not to have anything too much going on between waking up and getting to work. I like to just be really fresh when I sit down. I always have my best ideas, like, within five minutes of starting. And then the rest of the day is just kind of putting in time.

If it weren't for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.