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?

You make the work for yourself first and the next line is the people you trust, and you know that they're going to tell you what they feel. They let you know if you're dishing bullshit or if it's real.

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.

Modern abstract art starts in Russia in about 1915 with Malevich, and then the Russian Revolution happens, and eventually all that experimental art gets squashed and social realism comes back into play. All of a sudden, Malevich is no longer painting black squares; he's painting peasants in colorful schmattas.

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

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