The process of the body changing and making a whole human fascinates me.

I make art primarily for myself and to show my friends so I guess it's important to make art that they can connect to.

I've been very influenced by Inuit art especially some drawings and watercolors I've seen.

I had always loved Joseph Cornell and wanted to do something with dioramas.

I made a tin man costume with tin foil and furnace parts because I thought it would help me be more heartless.

The muted color scheme allows the occasional brighter yellow or red to pop out on the wall in a show, which I like.

I've been very fortunate in my art career. It's something I would never have expected.

I wouldn't consider myself an outsider artist because I have a university degree in painting.

I'm not a trained dancer in the slightest.

I like all kinds of music but some of my all time favorites are P.I.L., Yoko Ono, T-Rex, and Anton Karas.

When I was a school kid I used to read lots of comics. This started me on drawing, I would make my own comics about my teddy bear whose name happened to be Ted.

I love you, " I whisper over and over again. "Don't go, " I close my eyes. My tears fall on his cheeks.

I try to give positive energy in all my shows.

But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.

Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.

The article of justification is fragile. Not in itself, of course, but in us. I know how quickly a person can forfeit the joy of the Gospel.

If I did not love the things that I do, how could I spend my life doing this? You have to invest what you spend your life doing with pleasure.

Historically, black music has influenced other cultures and other genres and created other genres.

Hüzün does not just paralyze the inhabitants of Instanbul, it also gives them poetic license to be paralyzed.

If your God doesn't look like Jesus, we don't worship the same God, sorry.

So when do we get to the junk-kicking?