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

I am ashamed of a human race that can continue to allow the sordid ambitions of politicized groups who genuinely feel that right is on their side, and can therefore instigate such atrocities in the name of their own sense of right and wrong.

One can derive the same fun from print-making as from making mud pies and great subtlety can be achieved through the use of transparent inks, half-tone screens and even accidental colour combinations, which is often where the art hides.

There's no such thing as a mistake, really. It's just an opportunity to do something else.

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.

Americans live with the certain knowledge that the source of their greatness has not yet been released.

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