I want to minimize the deaths I am responsible for.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.

You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.

I just want to fly under the radar, because when you start to make yourself into a big deal, that's when you get shot down.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

Nothing really mattered that much, not the good things and not the bad ones. We were in the business of mutual amusement, and we were reasonably prosperous.

What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the reality that we are surrounded by and outnumbered by the dead. Here, is a very playful way of acknowledging that and acknowledging that and that always, whenever we play, whenever we live, we are living in both literal and metaphorical ways on the memory and bones of the dead.