I Think Of A Hero As Someone

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

I Paint Mostly From Real Life. It Has To Start With That. Real People, Real Street Scenes, Behind The Curtain Scenes, Live Models, Paintings, Photographs, Staged Setups, Architecture, Grids, Graphic Design. Whatever It Takes To Make It Work.

They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

I Can't See Myself Singing The Same Song Twice In A Row. That's Terrible.

Can't Keep Track Of It No More, Son's Becoming Husbands To Their Mothers, And Old Men Turning Your Daughters Into Whores.