They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.

You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride.

I'm a painter first, and a musician second.

All my battles were with male egos. I’m just looking for equality, not to dominate. But I want to be able to control my vision.

Unlike some of my peers, I haven't really hit a writer's block. When I hit a block I just paint, which is an old crop rotation trick.

Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free.