Race always comes up in the conversation of Detroit.

I'm not trying to spell out a story. I still think you feel the painting, and the reason you read the mark is because you also feel the mark.

That's what I'm interested in: the space in between, the moment of imagining what is possible and yet not knowing what that is.

You're not just this person who's from your own specific experiences, but the collective experience of what makes you who you are because of time.

I don't ever work in a way where something is an illustration of an event, but when something is occurring at the same time I see it as very informed by that.

When you're not a mom, you can get up in the middle of the night, paint, sleep all morning... you can't do that when you have two children!

I'm really interested in the nondefinitive element of abstraction.

I always wanted to be an artist, but I didn't really know how someone could make a life out it.

While we tediously check our weaponry before entering into battle, do we check our hearts? For without exception, that is the greatest weapon of all.

My 'thing' is that I just lie in my immense bed and look out the window at the skyline over Virginia and the sky and the airplanes coming into Reagan. I really love doing that.

I don't know, man. Look at me. I've changed. I've grown up. I've got a job, got a career ... I drink coffee now.

I didn't get an athletics scholarship at a major school.

People talk about wanting amenities - downtown is the amenity.

As the saying goes not every conspiracy is a theory.

The Big Cactus... because if you come too close, you're gonna get stuck.

Persistence with patience and prayer pays with profits, prosperity and peace of mind.

Beneath every no lays a passion for yes that had never been broken.