On the worst days, I don't feel like an artist.
The desperate things seem to require attention, the lovely things seem to elicit celebration. If I had to choose, I would go to the awful in the hope that doing something could yield a happier result.
Expressing anger is necessary.
Disgust is the appropriate response to most situations
All things are delicately interconnected.
It can be kind of gruesome at times, making things alone.