Every single time I step into the studio, I say, 'Can I still do this? Do I still have it? Have I ever had it?' I suppose there's a good amount of self-loathing that goes into any form of artisanship.
There's no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.
My choice is what I choose to be.
I appreciate that something I've done has found a safe place to land.
If I fall, I fall. I'll rise up like anybody else.
I knew a girl, her name was Truth. She was a terrible liar.