Will you pretend you're my boyfriend?

I remember when you were born, it was dawn and the storm settled near my belly. And I rolled in the grass and spit out the gas, and I lit a match and the void went flash. And the sky split and the planets hit, balls of jade dropped and existence stopped.

The new artists coming through were very materialistic and Hollywood, not so engaged in communication.

A lot of children don't have a developed aesthetic. I did. I made early choices in life, even about cloth; I liked flannel and not polyester.

I like my time on earth. And no matter what kind of cards I've been dealt, I'm happy to be there.

In fact, I thought my calling was to be a painter.

Fate is like a secret friend that helps push you on into life.