Humans Are Vulnerable, Messy Little Animals And

There Is A Drunkenness To Grief, Which Is Good.

I Would Hate To Think I'm Promoting Sadness As An Aesthetic. But I Grew Up In Not Just A Family But A Town And A Culture Where Sadness Is Something You're Taught To Feel Shame About. You End Up Chronically Desiring What Can Be A Very Sentimental Idea Of Love And Connection. A Lot Of My Work Has Been About Trying To Make A Space For Sadness.

L.a. Is So Isolated And Unhip In A Way; It Gives You Room To Figure Out Who You Are And Explore More Personal Stuff.

Grief And Memory Go Together. After Someone Dies, That's What You're Left With. And The Memories Are So Slippery Yet So Rich.

I Am Intrigued By Inanimate Objects. They're A Piece Of History, Someone's Statement And Ideas Of Life.