I am an artist and have no right buggering about with verbs and split infinitives, which is what being a writer says to me.

Isolationism is over.

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.

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

Animal Farm has seen off all the opposition. It's as valid today as it was fifty years ago.

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.

Call immediately. Time is running out. We both need to do something monstrous before we die.