When I Was Four Years

My Life Was Pretty Rough.

It Is Sad That The Air Is The Only Thing We Share. No Matter How Close We Get To Each Other, There Is Always Air Between Us.

Fracking Kills, And It Doesn't Just Kill Us. It Kills The Land, Nature And, Eventually, The Whole World.

I Don't Think You Make A Choice To Be An Artist. There Was No Decision For Me. I've Been Expressing Myself This Way Since I Can Remember.

When I'm Putting Some Communication Out On Twitter Or Facebook Or Instagram, I Think That It's Helping Me, My Brain, You Know, Because It's Always Somehow Stimulated By People Who Are Sending Things To Me. And It Works Both Ways. It's Great. My Brain Is Very Happy About It.