I'm a text artist. It's an unsung art form because it's so ahead of its time.

My hair is such a statement that it's like a neon sign asking for trouble.

In my experience of living, for a time, in the underbelly of society, I spent a lot of time in various holding cells.

Existence itself is disconcerting and disorienting.

I'm somebody who believes in funny things, and laughing, but I do like for them to come from a place that addresses the human condition.

As wild as I was, when the cops show up, and suddenly you're being handcuffed, it's so deeply shocking and terrifying, the loss of freedom.

It's such a weird thing: to sit and look at yourself is so distracting to the psyche. It would be like me standing in front of a mirror and looking at myself all day, trying to find a flaw.