It's an audacious thing to build a model of the cosmos. It's exciting how little we know.

I like the idea that paintings are not representations of an artist's psyche. Making the paintings is what gives the artist her psyche in the first place.

My grandfather was a healer, and he used matches often. Once, he burnt a wart off my finger and then rubbed the ash deep into it, and it never did come back. When he worked at a factory, people would line up next to his truck to be healed. He died before he could teach us any of his secrets.

I'm interested in the essence of things. If you pare things down, what's left? It's like I'm trying to describe the soul to an alien.