I liked the idea of a self-contained, endless pursuit of perfection. But I have a problem with perfection. I don't think perfection is very artful. But there's something I liked about the image of a skater going in this endless twisted circle that doesn't have any real endpoint. So the object is not to stop or arrive anywhere; it's just to make this thing as beautiful as they can.

There's lots of ways people can be dependent, on another person, or drugs.

It's hard to represent chaos, or like an absence of something. It's much easier to represent the presence of something or a situation.

I truly hope the future will bring me something to feel nostalgic about, because there's really nothing much so far I can remember fondly.

Everything means nothing to me

I rode on a float in one of the parades in Mississippi. It's an experience.

Doing battle with themselves that way, every day, all the time and sometimes it sucks, but other times it results in people making sort of a dream comprehensible to someone else.