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 mission is to communicate, to wake people up, just to give them my energy and accept theirs.

In the war of magic and religion, is magic ultimately the victor? Perhaps priest and magician were once one, but the priest, learning humility in the face of God, discarded the spell for prayer.

By the time I was 10 or 11, I was completely demoralized. I thought, "I'm done. I'm never going to be a missionary," because my indiscretion column, whether it was little lies or stealing a Chunky bar, kept me from sainthood.

Even as a child, I knew what I didn't want. I didn't want to wear red lipstick.

I personally am not interested in people trying to pigeonhole me.

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