Artists Dismiss Me As An Architect, So

When I Was A Kid, My Father Didn't Really Have Much Hope For Me. He Thought I Was A Dreamer; He Didn't Think I Would Amount To Anything. My Mother Also.

The Present Is Filled With Flotsam And Irony And Chaos And Disorder In All Arenas, Political And Sociological. I Think We Have To Work In The Present Even If It's Awkward, Even If It's Not Necessarily Good, Even If We Don't Understand It Ourselves. You Only Find Out 10, Maybe 20 Years Later What Was Going On.

When You Agree To Collaborate, You Agree To Jump Off A Cliff Holding Hands With Everyone, Hoping The Resourcefulness Of Each Will Insure That You All Land On Your Feet.

We Don't See The Banality, But We Accept Banality. We Accept It As Inevitable, And It's Not.

Artists Dismiss Me As An Architect, So I'm Not In Their Box, And Architects Dismiss Me As An Artist, So I'm Not In Their Box.