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.

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

I find that all these subjects that I'm dealing with tend to lead me to religion and politics one way or another. It's not something that I necessarily want to address, but it seems like it's screaming at me to pay attention to 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.

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

The great thing about doing a show in New York is that you can work until the night before.

It's weird making a drawing of painting. I start to realize that charcoal is this incredibly fragile material. I'm making images of paintings out of dust.