Anybody I Talk To Agrees That Maybe

I Am Just Relating To The World We Live In. I See Some Order In It, Even Though It Looks Like Mush.

There Is An Order To Our Environment, A Broader Order.

When I Start My Class I Ask The Students To Write Their Signatures On Pieces Of Paper And Put Them On A Table. I Have Them Look At Them, And I Point Out, "they're All Different, Aren't They? That's You, That's You, That's You, That's You."

You've Got To Like The People You Work With.

I Know I Draw Without Taking My Pen Off The Page. I Just Keep Going, And That My Drawings I Think Of Them As Scribbles. I Don't Think They Mean Anything To Anybody Except To Me, And Then At The End Of The Day, The End Of The Project, They Wheel Out These Little Drawings And They're Damn Close To What The Finished Building Is And It's The Drawing.