It's Where We Go, And What We

I Love Insult, It's Always Honest.

The Despairing Soul Is A Rebel.

The Danger Of Motherhood. You Relive Your Early Self, Through The Eyes Of Your Mother.

And That's The Insult Of It, How Always It Comes Back To A Woman Being A "good" Mother In The World's Eyes Or A "bad" Mother, How Everything In A Woman's Life Is Funneled Through Her Body Between Her Legs.

I Believe That Any Form Of Art Is A Species Of Exploration And Transgression. ... Art By Its Nature Is A Transgressive Act, And Artists Must Accept Being Punished For It. The More Original And Unsettling Their Art, The More Devastating The Punishment.