I still believe in the power of the word, that words inspire.

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.

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

Eventually, with success, I started to feel more and more isolated - like I didn't have a community of artists.

Lazy reviewers look up other people's reviews and they write the same thing, so you get people writing crap based on crap.

Happiness is the best facelift.

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.