It's very often the artist who gives a voice to the voiceless by speaking up when no one else will.
I'll see a celadon green room in an 18th century New Hampshire house and just fall in love. Colors stay in my head.
I am a nice person. I care about my driver having lunch, you know.
Love comes from the most unexpected places.
I'm a work in progress.
I just don't want to be hampered by my own limitations.