The studio is an extension of the sandbox and the kindergarten playroom. It has a dynamic unlike any office or factory. It's a room at the service of a dreamer on her way to becoming a master.

As you do your work, you discover what you love to do.

The only bad studio is the unused one.

Passion is the force that springs an artist from the needling cushion of depression.

I do know, for most of us, the very best of times are when you're in your own space sweating, trying to squeeze quality out of imperfect capabilities.

When you serve your passions, proficiency gradually takes over and becomes habitual.

So who are we going to blame for our disappointments and our failures?