I don't really live the bohemian life. I come to work in Midtown everyday, along with all the work-a-day folk.

To some extent I've always taken the architecture of the space into account.

Well, art has to be sexy.

My father is not around any more, so I cannot ask him to do my drawings for me. So, I had to find a different way. And I came up with the solution to use the printers then; I wasn't doing anything complicated. The nature of the printer is efficiency in itself and about working, being productive.

Being an artist is supposed to be a scam, not a career.

I came late to galleries. A lot of people my age started their careers younger, so I was spared seeing that side for a long time.

I had no idea what to expect moving to New York. It's embarrassing to say, but I didn't even realize that people bought contemporary art... that people actually paid for it... I know that's really dumb. I was really naive. I had no idea artists made money.