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

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

It's important to keep life simple, and if I'm traveling, I only can do a couple of things, and those are the things that I'm meant to be doing.

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.

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

All things are delicately interconnected.

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.