The past is a living thing.
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
My art originates from hallucinations only I can see.