I started realizing I have enough history that some of it has been forgotten.

I've been dealing with epic images, and I realized all of a sudden that I grew up in the age of epics.

I always imagine that I want to make art that is going to kill you,whether it’s going to do it visually or physically, I’ll take either way.

The translation process becomes a highly subjective thing - turning reds and blues into black-and-whiteness. It's really bizarre for me.

The thing that's interesting as you get older as an artist is that the biggest challenge seems to be: how do you stay relevant?

One of the interesting things I discovered is that in the late 19th century, painters actually had black-and-white copies made of their own paintings. They chose it even over photographs because they knew the photographic medium would distort their work.

I think the pursuit of trying to understand things is really a critical issue. I see the issue of life and death in everything I do. I'm trying to find answers. It can be quite frustrating.