Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.

There is no one true church, no one chosen people.

My family lives all around me. We see each other daily. It's very, very complicated. I think that families hold us together and they split us apart.

I am obsessed by the idea of silence. I went through an entire library studying art, artists and their critics, philosophers, too, on the meaning and significance of the color white. I dreamed of white birds and white bears. I thought about the white pages of my mother's journals. I became enthralled with John Cage and his work, 4'33”, his masterpiece of ambient sound. Rauschenberg, too. And then at some point I let go. What sticks to the soul is what gets placed on the page. Maybe that's the unknown part, the mystery, the power of the empty page.

Abundance is a dance with reciprocity - what we can give, what we can share, and what we receive in the process.

Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.

I think we're skating on surfaces. I know it in my own life - and I think that is where this frustration comes in. It's not the place we want to be, but it's the place our society requires that we be. There is no fulfillment there. So we become numbed, we become drugged, we become less than we are. And I think that we know that.