I learned from admiration and osmosis.

My name had gone stale, and no matter how progressive I got, it was my time to die.

I used to be monastic, almost. Now I'm like a Tibetan that has discovered hamburgers and television. I'm catching up on Americana.

I learned from admiration and osmosis.

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

Because I'm so busy and because I think of myself as a painter, I desperately guard the time that I have to paint. And sometimes I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.

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