Someone Else's Body Is A Place For

The Epiphany For Me Was That I Wasnt A Writer, And I Had To Do Something With These Texts. I Put Them In The Streets As Posters.

Sloppy Thinking Gets Worse Over Time.

I Was Hesitant To Approach People. I'm Socially Awkward. But I Was Working On A Number Of Memorials, And Finally It Dawned On Me: These Are Memorials To People Who Wrote, So I Should Use Their Writing. That's How I Started To Quit.

It's Important To Keep Life Simple, And If I'm Traveling, I Only Can Do A Couple Of Things, And Those Are The Things That I'm Meant To Be Doing.

I Wasn't Sure I Was An Artist, So I Thought Maybe I Just Was Throwing Ideas Out For People To Consider.