Art Has Always Been My Salvation.

I Feel It In Me Like A Woman Having A Baby, All That Life Churning Inside Me. I Feel It Every Day; It Moves, Stretches, Yawns. It's Getting Ready To Be Born. It Knows Exactly What It Is.

I Want To Be Free Again. I Want To Be Free Like When I Was A Kid, Working With My Brother And Making Toy Airplanes And A Whole Model Of The World's Fair In 1939 Out Of Wax.

I Refuse To Cater To The Bullshit Of Innocence.

Children Surviving Childhood Is My Obsessive Theme And My Life's Concern.

I'd Like To Believe An Accumulation Of Experience Has Made Me A Sort Of A Grown-up Person, So I Can Have Judgment And Taste And Whatever.