Art is beautiful but it is hard, like a religion without a purpose.
The pencil-stroke is like cutting into the heart.
As a boy,I was extremely shy, certainly as a result of my upbringing. I was an expert blusher,and some of my harsh actions may echo this shyness by way of compensation.
You become an artist to upset your family.
My body is the intention. My body is the event. My body is the result.
My picture-poems are linguistic margins on visual atolls.