Happiness is a strange word. So conclusive. Happiness is a thing that happens for a moment.

I'm drawn to people that have tasks to do.

I was coming to be an adult, the AIDS epidemic happened. Moving to New York, watching that unfold, and watching the activism around that... it was complete chaos of life, and then this horrific non-response from the powers that be. There was a lot of misery and sadness tied up in that.

The beautiful moment sits very close to the horrific one.

Waking up and having a project to work on is one of life's great pleasures.

The lies are in the dialogue, the truth is in the visuals.

I don't have to be making something to feel like life has value.