I hate to be enclosed. I don't like bathroom doors - I don't shut them. In fact, in my house, I have no doors.

Sometimes I get lost in watching a film. The sorrow, or the frustration, is when it doesn't happen for a long time.

We learned we wanted too much. We could only give from the perspective of who we were and what we had. Apart, we were able to see with even greater clarity that we didn’t want to be without each other.

I started thinking what could happen with my art and I realized that the biggest thing that could is that it winds up in a museum. It's like finding a rare animal and putting it in the zoo.

My parents had three kids right after the Second World War, and we were all sort of sickly. Then I had a fourth sibling, with very serious asthma. The medical bills... So my parents always struggled.

I'm a worker. I do the work to communicate, and I want people to embrace it, and when they do I'm happy.

Should I pursue a path so twisted? Should I crawl defeated and gifted?