Words Are Like Untying A Corset -

I Have Thought For A Long Time That The Way My Clothes Hang On Me Is More Important Than Me Inside Them.

Oh. To Be Filled With Goodness Then Shattered By Goodness, So Beautifully Mosaically Fragmented By Such Shocking Goodness.

I Wouldn't Call My Work Modernist. I Would Rust If I Try To Think About Labels. I'd Feel Like The Tin Man In 'the Wizard Of Oz.

Do You Come To Art To Be Comforted, Or Do You Come To Art To Be Re-skinned?

A Good Argument, Like A Good Dialogue, Is Always A Proof Of Life, But I'd Much Rather Go And Read A Book.