I've Looked At Life From

Everyone I Know Has Attention Deficit, And They Say It With Great Pride. It's A Bad Time To Be Right.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.

The Thing That Started Me Painting Originally Was Seeing Bambi When I Was About Nine. I Was Incredibly Disturbed By The Forest Fire That Killed Bambi's Mother, And That Distress Gave Me The Impulse To Create Something, As A Way Of Dealing With It.

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

My Family Could Only Afford To Get Me The Box Of Eight Crayola Crayons, But I Craved The One With All 24 Colours. I Wanted Magenta And Turquoise And Silver And Gold.