The Only Thing That Mattered Was What

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.

My Goal Is To Strip Things Down So That You Need Just The Right Amount Of Words Or Shape To Convey What You Need To Convey. I Like Editing. I Like It Very Tight.

You Should Be Having More Fun In High School, Exploring Things Because You Want To Explore Them And Learning Because You Love Learning-not Worrying About Competition.

I Begin By Imagining An Artwork Verbally. I Try To Describe In Writing What The Project Is, What It Is Trying To Do. I Need To Understand The Artwork Without Giving It A Specific Materiality Or Solid Form.

I Do Not Think You Can Find A Reason For Everything You Make.