I'd been doing projects outdoors for the public. I made pigeons eat geometry by putting bread out in rhomboids and triangles. I don't know if this activity made sense, but the work was available.

It's good to be employable, but I hope to show the truth. The paintings seem true because nobody wants me to do them.

One of the glories and terrors of working in public is that you do see if your output means anything to anyone.

At times inactivity is preferable to mindless functioning.

I wanted to be an abstract painter, but I was rotten at it.

Someone else's body is a place for your mind to go.

When you start liking pain things start to get interesting.