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.

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

Musically, I don't think I'd ever dry up. I trust my musical invention.

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

I certainly don't want to be an angry old artist.

I like to move around. I travel. I've driven across country by myself.

He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied.