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.

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

Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man's restless need to exact revenge out of his hate.

Governments are not running the show anymore. Scumbag Entrepreneurs are, and they have a harsh and ruthless agenda.

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

America is ripe for lies and lethargy. The pure mountain air is going and gone. It is a huge burden and a sadness for us all.

Suspicion and doubt lead to animosity and hatred.