I see if I can make human beings look like reptiles.

Isolationism is over.

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

Half of art is accident, but there is no accident without free experiment.

I once saw a lump of Greenland breaking off into the sea and moving south, which of course will affect the atmosphere and us generally, and it'll happen more and more.

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

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.