I Loved School. I Studied Like Crazy.

A Lot Of My Works Deal With A Passage, Which Is About Time. I Don't See Anything That I Do As A Static Object In Space. It Has To Exist As A Journey In Time.

You Couldn't Put Me In A Social Group Setting. I'm Probably A Terrible Anarchist Deep Down.

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.

I Really Enjoyed Hanging Out With Some Of The Teachers. This One Chemistry Teacher, She Liked Hanging Out. I Liked Making Explosives. We Would Stay After School And Blow Things Up.

The Process I Go Through In The Art And The Architecture, I Actually Want It To Be Almost Childlike. Sometimes I Think It's Magical.