My father was an urchin that lived in Hell's Kitchen. He was part of a family of nine. I mean, there were times that were better and worse, but mostly, by the time we got to L.A., they'd lost whatever they had. And it was a sad time. And both he and I became truck drivers for different companies.

I don't make things with my hands, although I studied woodworking and made furniture.

My father probably - he had flashes of creativity - he used to do store windows for fruit stores that he worked in and stuff.

It's not elitist to acknowledge that everyone has a unique signature and everyone is different.

There is an order to our environment, a broader order.

I refuse to work unless I get paid, so I don't get a lot of work sometimes.

For me, every day is a new thing. I approach each project with a new insecurity, almost like the first project I ever did. And I get the sweats. I go in and start working, I'm not sure where I'm going. If I knew where I was going I wouldn't do it.