It’s fun wandering around other people’s minds.
Knowing yourself lets you understand others.
It’s good to be employable, but I hope to show the truth. The paintings seem true because nobody wants me to do them.
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 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.
Usually going places makes me feel optimistic. And I’m a hillbilly, so heading to the countryside made sense a number of ways.
I really like doing the laundry, because I succeed at it. But I loathe putting it away. It is already clean.
I wanted to support things that are helpful to people and maybe bash what I think is dangerous. So I switched from being everybody to being myself.
Hands on your breast can keep your heart beating.
I am not free because I can be exploded anytime.
Sloppy thinking gets worse over time.
If you are an artist and you are honest, you are never good enough.
Turn soft and lovely any time you have a chance.
A little knowledge can go a long way.
A name means a lot just by itself.
Enjoy yourself because you can’t change anything anyway.
I’m always trying to bring unusual content to a different audience – a non-art-world audience.
I think of a piece, and then people who are competent fabricate it. But lately I’ve started finger painting, which probably should be a joke but isn’t!
Exceptional people deserve special concessions.
I seldom have my stuff up unless I’m testing it. If I’m worrying about a painting, I put it up and see if I detest it quickly or slowly. Otherwise I have things by other artists.