If I could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.
The tragedy of life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live.
One’s memory is not this perfect photographic film that holds an image without changing it. [It requires] accepting what appears as fact as provisional, as temporary, as a moment within the larger ambit of transformation…The job of the artist is to fight against entropy – to keep on taking these fragments and say, ‘What can they become?’ To take the fragments and construct something provisionally new. And that’s the link from memory, to fragments, to the activity of making.
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
Be ready at any moment to give up who you are for what you may become
I shut my eyes in order to see.