I think making things beautiful is important. But often what's first considered ugly is beautiful, too.

The miracle of being able to pay attention to other people in your life, and the miracle of being in time, and to continue being in time.

I like that feeling when you’re making art, that you’re taking the energy out of your body and putting it into a physical object. I like things that are labor-intensive : you make a little thing and another little thing and another little thing, and eventually you see a possibility.

My support system is simple - people and time. The miracle of other people in your life.

One hopes that each piece contains enough space for several narratives.

In our family, there wasn't anything else besides art. Nothing else in the world existed. My father never spoke about going to a movie or listening to music, other than my mother's singing.

It's just disgusting that in this society, the majority of students in art school are women, but they amount to less than 30% of what is shown in museums. That has not changed radically.