There's this expression called postmodernism, which is kind of silly, and destroys a perfectly good word called modern, which now no longer means anything.

We get into ruts when we run with the first idea that pops into our head, not the last one.

Our ability to grow is directly proportional to an ability to entertain the uncomfortable.

There are as many forms of memory as there are ways of perceiving, and every one of them is worth mining for inspiration.

If you're speaking of love, you really must include the element of uncertainty - and perhaps it's best approached as the art of constant maintenance.

I don't mean this, but I'm going to say it anyway. I don't really think of pop art and serious art as being that far apart.

It takes skill to bring something you've imagined into the world: to use words to create believable lives, to select the colors and textures of paint to represent a haystack at sunset, to combine ingredients to make a flavorful dish. No one is born with that skill. It is developed through exercise, through repitition, through a blend of learning and reflection that's both painstaking and rewarding. And it takes time. . . . If art is the bridge between what you see in your mind and what the world sees, then skill is how you build that bridge.