Nothing Is Ever Guaranteed, And All That

I Didn't Have Anyone To Play With So I Made Up My Own World.

My Parents Are Both College Professors, And It Made Me Want To Question Authority, Standards And Traditions.

My Dad Was Dean Of Fine Arts At The University. I Was Casting Bronzes In The School Foundry. I Was Using The University As A Playground.

If We Forget What Used To Be, Then We’ve Lost An Ability To Really Be Sensitive To Our Surroundings.

I Though About What Death Is, What A Loss Is. A Sharp Pain That Lessens With Time, But Can Never Quite Heal Over. A Scar. The Idea Occurred To Me There On The Site. Take A Knife And Cut Open The Earth, And With Time The Grass Would Heal It. As If You Cut Open The Rock And Polished It.