Prior to my father's death, I was having a hard time committing to a career as an artist, but that's not because of who he was - it was because of who I am. It's true, though, that I felt I shouldn't compete with him, and that those feelings went away after he died.

I always thought it was a trap to fit into ideologies, and maybe that's a luxury position, but my work is a reflection of my being here. My being here is not a reflection of an idea.

Life changes a lot. I guarantee you.

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 Betsy Ross as a model, too, the quilting bee, sitting around with your friends making art, asking what they think, so that you get the benefit of everyone's opinions and so it's not just about you in your you-dom.

Things that are very significant and important to you when constructing an identity when you're younger change.

I'm reminded of the arm, and the body, and the appendage.