I am an artist, I trade in uncertainty and superstition and cant. I invent dark visions of impossible situations that can never be resolved.

God invented mankind because he loved silly stories.

Isolationism is over.

Man's idea of God, and a God's collusion, is an essential part of the equation to wage war.

Man has an innate capacity for violence, but can only justify it in the name of justice.

Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.

It makes me so desperately sad to witness just how unforgivably wretched our world has become.