The greatest disappointment is when you let yourself down.

I wanted to support things that are helpful to people and maybe bash what I think is dangerous. So I switched from being everybody to being myself.

I think of a piece, and then people who are competent fabricate it. But lately I've started finger painting, which probably should be a joke but isn't!

How do you resign yourself to something that will never be? You stop wanting just that thing. You go numb. Or you kill the agent of desire.

Alienation produces eccentrics or revolutionaries.

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

Faithfulness is a social not a biological law.