I've been coming to Cambodia off and on, six months of the year usually.

I write and I write and a lot of times I go back to the American lens, though sometimes it's a struggle to come from that perspective.

Sometimes it may be something I hear in the news that affects me.

How am I placing myself in the world of other people around me? For me, I feel that I am not really alone, that others can feel it too. I see art in this way.

A lot of my work is process-oriented. I delve into my work and sit alone in silence and work with the material and process it, like talking to yourself.

I tried to write poems in rhyme. I tried writing songs. Sometimes I jotted down a thought. I would keep a log of spontaneous thoughts.

Even if you look in the dictionary you know the meaning of the word or phrase, but there's still the feeling of it.