I had very literal parents and I wanted to survive with metaphor and art, and there was a real sense of shame around it.

I don't feel at home in New Orleans. I don't feel at home in Austin or L.A. And I just felt immediately at home in northern Australia.

On many days, harder than the act of making the art itself is the act of sharing it and living in a culture that you know is built to tear you down.

There's a huge cloud of shame around art and business being seen as bedfellows.

I want to live in a world where Miley (or any female musician) can twerk wildly at 20, wear a full-cover floral hippie mumu at 37, show up at 47 in see-through latex, and pose semi-naked, like Keith & co, on the cover of Rolling Stone at 57 and be APPLAUDED for being so comfortable with her body.

I have a handful of really close relationships in my life and I depend on those people heavily to carry me through and to help me stay steady.

You know, there are so many snarky angry critics out there who are just sort of looking to tear down whoever is getting talked about.