In some places you can find an extreme blackness used as a descriptive. I also take into account historical realities that some of this range in color is the legacy of white supremacy.

Black painters have done all kinds of work. It's the treatment of forms they engage in-that's what determines the value of the work, not whether you call them a black artist or not.

I think the museum should be an arena in which ideals can hash it out, fight it out, tooth and nail, for attention.

No one has a right to occupy the privileged position all the time, so it should be contested. It should always be messy in there.

I came in making choices about how I deploy aesthetics and imagery strategically. It seems to me that's the only legitimate way of making work.

Like a lot of young people who wanted to be artists, comics were a gateway for me.

Comics were a place where captivating images lit your imagination and showed you that you can create new kinds of people and worlds.

The appearance is the allusion of abstraction when in fact I am in control of every aspect of that symmetry.

I want people to understand that this is a very calibrated image [Portrait of the Artist as a Shadow of His Former Self ], where point by point, very little is left to chance.

Abstraction and representation are supposed to be going down two very different paths, one sociological and the other aesthetic.

I really just want to be an inspiration. I'm a regular guy, that had a dream, that came from a small town, that wanted to play guitar and just liked playing. I want to encourage people.

Change. Adapt. Bend so as not to be broken. Let opportunity guide your actions.

A leveller has long ago been set down as a ridiculous and chimerical being, who, if he could finish his work to-day, would have to begin it again tomorrow.

It's a tough world out there and all the guys are fighting hard and the competition is really tough.

We declare that one who uses the God-given body of another without divine sanction abuses the very soul of that individual, abuses the central purpose and processes of life.

I'm very blessed that I have such a supportive wife who is secure with letting me embarrass myself.

But you didn't need me, did you? You'd already got yourself to safety." "Sometimes, I sleep better knowing you . . . and Niall . . ." She faltered. "Love you from a safe distance," he finished. "Yes.

People say you make your best work when in despair, but I think happiness is a good place to write from.

And one of his partners asked Has he vertigo? and the other glanced out and down and said Oh no, only about ten feet more.

Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.

If the soft machine works, don't fix it. If it works, don't fix it.