Inconsiderate, Rude Behavior Drives Me Nuts. And

I Was Supporting Myself, But Nothing Like The Guy Painters, As I Refer To Them. I Always Resented That Actually.. We Were All Getting The Same Amount Of Press, But They Were Going Gangbusters With Sales.

I Was Feeling Guilty In The Beginning; It Was Frustrating To Be Successful When A Lot Of My Friends Weren't. Also, I Was Constantly Being Reminded Of That By People In My Family Making Jokes.

I Wanted To Create Something That People Could Relate To Without Having Read A Book About It Beforehand.

I Can Be Fearlessly Strong At Times To Protect An Inner Frailty.

Early In My Career, A Critic Said That I Needed To "explain" The Irony In My Work, Suggesting That I Needed To Add Text Next To The Images To Help People Understand What I Was Trying To Say. At First I Was Dismayed That I Wasn't Making Work With A Clear Enough Message. That's When I Realized That That Was The Exact Opposite Of What I Wanted To Do - That I Wasn't Responsible For A Misinterpretation Of My Work, That There Should Be Some Ambiguity To It. They Either Got It, Or They Didn't.