I'm getting more and more isolated as I get on in years. I think people's insanity starts to slowly take over.

I'm jealous of that time when you could afford lofts and survive on almost nothing. You can't do that anymore.

There's so many bigger things in the world. The art world is such a tiny little thing compared to wars and migration crises. It's weird to be self-absorbed in it.

I'm getting more and more isolated as I get on in years. I think people's insanity starts to slowly take over.

If I don't have a deadline, I could fuss around with stuff for forever.

I feel like I have to avoid certain thrift store-isms, having been known for the thrift store paintings. It's like I have to not paint that way.

I can never remember names. I'm so self-centered and have a terrible memory.