The thing that started me painting originally was seeing Bambi when I was about nine. I was incredibly disturbed by the forest fire that killed Bambi's mother, and that distress gave me the impulse to create something, as a way of dealing with it.

Whatever it was that I felt was the weak link in my previous project gave me inspiration for the next one.

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

When I began experimenting, people weren't ready for it. Once it's in its second and third generational stages, people can accept it.

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

Some people are upset to see you doing ordinary things. Those people, if they were a celebrity, they would have an entourage.

We love our lovin'....but not like we love our freedom.