I though about what death is, what a loss is. A sharp pain that lessens with time, but can never quite heal over. A scar. The idea occurred to me there on the site. Take a knife and cut open the earth, and with time the grass would heal it. As if you cut open the rock and polished it.

To fly, we have to have resistance. It's all about turbulence. Reacting to images of wave patterns in fluid motion.

You should be having more fun in high school, exploring things because you want to explore them and learning because you love learning-not worrying about competition.

You have to let the viewers come away with their own conclusions. If you dictate what they should think, you've lost it.

OK, it was black, it was below grade, I was female, Asian American, young, too young to have served. Yet I think none of the opposition in that sense hurt me.

You couldn't put me in a social group setting. I'm probably a terrible anarchist deep down.

I begin by imagining an artwork verbally. I try to describe in writing what the project is, what it is trying to do. I need to understand the artwork without giving it a specific materiality or solid form.