Grief and memory go together. After someone dies, that's what you're left with. And the memories are so slippery yet so rich.

My experience, with both my parents, is that grief has a lot of down, sad things, but I was also really emotionally raw, in the first year after each of them passed. Flowers smelled more intensely, my relationships were hotter, and I was more willing to risk. I was going for it a lot more. I was 'unsober' and I wasn't playing by my rules.

I'm into people's emotional lives and relationships and the complications of living. That's my turf.

I was so happy with my bow ties from the last kickstarted project that I'm back for more.

There's great sadness and life doesn't work out like you would want, on a lot of levels, but there's no need to feel all alone. This happens to everybody, so there's no self-pity. This is the ride that humans are on, and all of it is essential for our natural part of it.

To me, sadness and humor aren't disrelated and humor is the best tool I've had against the sadness in my life.

I am intrigued by inanimate objects. They're a piece of history, someone's statement and ideas of life.