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

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.

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.

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.

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