So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.

I learned from admiration and osmosis.

My childhood was very difficult. I had every childhood disease and then some, but my parents didnt mollycoddle me. They left me to fight those battles on my own. I guess that was very Canadian, very stoic. But its good. I had to become a warrior. I had to give up hope and find a substitute for hope that would be far more stable.

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.

I see music as fluid architecture.

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.