Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.
A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.
See with one eye, feel with the other.
A tendency toward the abstract is inherent in linear expression: graphic imagery being confined to outlines has a fairy-like quality and at the same time can achieve great precision.
I want to be as though new-born, knowing nothing, absolutely nothing. Then I want to do something modest; to work out by myself a tiny, formal motive, one that my pencil will be able to hold without technique.
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
People around me never say anything. They just seem to want to hear what I have to say. That's why I do all the talking.
Hollywood amuses me. Holier-than-thou for the public and unholier-than-the-devil in reality
Whether if soul did not exist time would exist or not, is a question that may fairly be asked; for if there cannot be someone to count there cannot be anything that can be counted, so that evidently there cannot be number; for number is either what has been, or what can be, counted.
I grew up in the '80s in L. A. , so Ice Cube and Magic Johnson are my heroes.