There is no truly global justice.

There is no truly global justice.

At first, I thought 'this series is going to be all about death and desecration,' but instead became a more complex landscape of human relationships. I hope I put something of these feelings into the portraits that I made of the characters, which were landscapes in themselves. An irony in the subject of crystal meth is how beautifully it resembles the desert sky.

The betrayal of people's good will, good trust that things are being done for the best and they actually ARE being done for the best.

Isolationism is over.

What I used to do with a passion, foolishly and vainly imagining I would change the world for the better, I no longer tolerate in myself or anyone else. But draw, always draw - and WRITE.

Funny thing about Americans. They are the first to adopt weird lifestyles and radical views but they are the most conservative race on earth.