Sometimes my kids might tell me they had a dream or and maybe I'll paint some paintings from their dream. That's one good thing you get from your kids. Rob them of their dreams.

Traditionally, photography is supposed to capture an event that has passed; but that is not what I'm looking for. Photography brings the past into the present when you look at it...

Making a painting is like playing the saxophone. You hit the note and it comes out.

I do dream about art, and images come to me in dreams. I am definitely hoping to be in touch with my subconscious. I expect a call any minute.

Painting is like breathing to me. It’s what I do all the time. Every day I make art, whether it is painting, writing or making a movie.

Paintings are not like the Internet. They're not like movies. They're not electronic-friendly. You have to go see them. You have to stand in front of them. That's the great thing about them.

I work with things left over from other things.

It doesn't matter what I think I am, it matters what I do.

I want the paintings to take me or the viewer out somewhere else.

I think beauty is a feeling that you get after you've had an experience. It's the way you feel about it that is beautiful.

I've never made a movie to make money. I've never made a painting to make money.

The Earth Is My Stage And The Sun Is My Spotlight

I leave you free to be yourself: to think your thoughts, indulge your tastes, follow your inclinations, behave in ways that you decide are to your liking.

C++ is my favorite garbage collected language because it generates so little garbage

A sketch has charm because of its truth - not because it is unfinished.

I'd just recorded it in Mariah Carey's studio. THey thought the song was perfect for Nina, because she's so shy, so it was nice to have that connection with Nina in the song. It was special.

Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky, And ask myself: was I meant to be here...why?

If you were a crayon, what color would you most like to make out with?

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.

All life passes like a fast flowing river and how strange to see that happiness increases this speed! Yes, a happy life passes faster!