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

I get my best ideas in a thunderstorm. I have the power and majesty of nature on my side.

Moral authority has been laid to rest, world opinion is no more than a game show and the difference between good and evil is about as relevant as changing channels.

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

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

Whats a gonzotic frenzy? Well its me in the throes of an ink splattering attempt to capture the feeling I have at that particular time.

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