Believe it or not, I can actually draw.
I don't think about art when I'm working. I think about life.
I had some money, I made the best paintings ever. I was completely reclusive, worked a lot, took a lot of drugs. I was awful to people.
There are about 30 words around you all the time, like 'thread' or 'exit.'
I wanted to be a star, not a gallery mascot.
SAMO as an end to to mindwash religion, nowhere politics and bogus philosophy.