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'm trying to find answers. It can be quite frustrating, but at the same time, I'm never quite satisfied with what I'm doing, so I'm always looking for the next thing.

An artist can have an intention, but the viewer has their own subjective experience.

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

As an artist - I'm sure like most creative people - you have a kind of board of directors that you make your work for. It's a group of people that you have, these friends, and you want to know what they think. In a weird way, you're making the work for them.

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 made a body of work, which was like trying to make movies on a wall and was made up of all different images and materials. I had the aspiration to make movies because I thought that was the cycle. I had this insane egomaniac idea that I could make movies because I made these gigantic art projects.