An artist should know art history. Shock value only lasts so long.

It's weird making a drawing of painting. I start to realize that charcoal is this incredibly fragile material. I'm making images of paintings out of dust.

An artist can have an intention, but the viewer has their own subjective experience.

The artist has to be a guardian of the culture.

When I look back on everything I've done, it all somehow makes sense to me. But it doesn't make sense when you're actually doing it.

If you're fortunate enough with your history, like with Men in the Cities, your work becomes so absorbed in culture that the authorship of it doesn't exist anymore.

The translation process becomes a highly subjective thing - turning reds and blues into black-and-whiteness. It's really bizarre for me.

I'm trying to find answers. It can be quite frustrating, but at the same time, I'm never quite satisfied with what I'm doing, so I'm always looking for the next thing.

There are no guidelines for what happens when you get successful as an artist. My heroes were artists like Acconci, and he didn't make any money. That's what I thought success was.

A lot of us grew up in public. That often means that you have to fail in public too.

I've been dealing with epic images, and I realized all of a sudden that I grew up in the age of epics.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

When you master the basics, and execute them well, there’s no need to worry about the score.

The age of the pulp magazine was the last in which youngsters, to get their primitive material, were forced to be literate.

She lifted her chin and returned his unyielding gaze. "Do what you will."His blue eyes darkened to the color of a moonlit sky. "You should be careful, milady, about issuing such an invitation.

All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible.

The length and breath of our influence on others are directly related to the depth of our concern for them.

It's good to believe in yourself, but there are people out there who can make or break you.

Universe to each must be All that is, including me. Environment in turn must be All that is, excepting me.

You can’t ever know the real anybody unless you’re friends with them. And sometimes not even then.

There wasn't any more truth in over half of what any so-called orator said. If it wasn't a Deliberate Lie, why it was an Exaggerated Falsehood.