The epiphany for me was that I wasnt a writer, and I had to do something with these texts. I put them in the streets as posters.

Remember you always have freedom of choice.

I wasn't sure I was an artist, so I thought maybe I just was throwing ideas out for people to consider.

At times your unconsciousness is truer than your conscious mind

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

I was hesitant to approach people. I'm socially awkward. But I was working on a number of memorials, and finally it dawned on me: These are memorials to people who wrote, so I should use their writing. That's how I started to quit.

Slipping into madness is good for the sake of comparison