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

And I'm sort of deconstructing the process of what marks came first, what came later. Every aspect of the image is interesting to me to dissect and understand.

When I look back on everything I've done, it all somehow makes sense to me. But it doesn't make sense when you're actually doing it.

I can't come up with the titles. My wife hates my titles. She doesn't even want to know about them.

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

Art is a form of understanding like philosophy and science and mathematics are an understanding but the difference is that art has the capacity to hold all these different things. It is the form of understanding that is best suited for the contemporary time.

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?