When It Comes To Words I Have

It Pleases Me That People Can Be Interactive

I Feel Physically Ill If I Don't Make Work, I Don't Create. I Don't Feel Very Good. I Don't Feel Right, I Feel Wrong.

Strolling On The Plateau Of Life, Desperate For The Mountain, I Never Thought That I Would Get This Far. It's Only Art That Has Carried Me Through, Given Me Faith In My Own Existence. But Now I Am Approaching A Point In My Life Where I Desire More.

There Is No Comparison Between Him And Me; He Developed A Whole New Way Of Making Art And He's Clearly In A League Of His Own. It Would Be Like Making Comparisons With Warhol.

There Should Be Something Revelatory About Art. It Should Be Totally Creative And Open Doors For New Thoughts And Experiences.