Watching Everyone Root Through Their Psyche, It

I Suppose That A Lifetime Spent Hiding One's Erotic Truth Could Have A Cumulative Renunciatory Effect. Sexual Shame Is In Itself A Kind Of Death.

I'm Not That Good Of A Drawer. I Don't Know How People Just Draw Stuff Out Of Their Head. I'm Always Creating Schemes. If I Have To Draw Someone Sitting In A Chair, I Have To Go Find A Chair, Sit In It, And Take A Picture Of Myself Sitting In It.

Nancy Drew Was Always Changing Her Outfits. I Despised Girls' Clothing, I Couldn't Wait To Get Home From School And Get Out Of It. The Last Thing I Wanted To Read Was Minute Descriptions Of Nancy's Frocks.

It Certainly Was An Important Moment For Me, That Realization That I Was Not Going To Get What I Wanted. It Was Very Freeing. I Keep Using That Word "freeing" Or "liberating." I Feel Like Houdini Sometimes, Like I'm Just Getting Out Of One Set Of Shackles After Another, Hanging Upside Down Inside A Burlap Bag With Handcuffs On. Hopefully One Day, I'm Going To Get Out Of This Tank Of Water.

For Some Reason Writing And Drawing Are Very Separate Processes For Me.