“I just do art because I’m ugly and there’s nothing else for me to do.”

As soon as you stop wanting something you get it. I’ve found that to be absolutely axiomatic.

I don’t want to be smart, because being smart makes you depressed.

My fascination with letting images repeat and repeat or in film’s case ‘run on’ manifests my belief that we spend much of our lives seeing without observing.

People’s fantasies are what give them problems. If you didn’t have fantasies you wouldn’t have problems because you’d just take whatever was there.

I think everybody should like everybody.

Exposure and attention make a work famous – the more you talk about it, the more attention it gets, the more validity it achieves.

I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts

You’d be surprised how many people want to hang an electric chair on their living-room wall. Specially if the background color matches the drapes.

The more you look at the same exact thing, the more the meaning goes away, and the better and emptier you feel.

Fashion wasn’t what you wore someplace anymore; it was the whole reason for going.

Making money is art and working is art and good business is the best art.

Since people are going to be living longer and getting older, they’ll just have to learn how to be babies longer.

Sometimes the little times you don’t think are anything while they’re happening turn out to be what marks a whole period of your life.

You have to do stuff that average people don’t understand because those are the only good things.

Isn’t life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?

I never wanted to be a painter; I wanted to be a tap dancer.

Let the moon teach you the art of scars. How beautiful you can shine, even with craters in your heart.

Art is about trying to find the good in people and making the world a more compassionate place.

I taught myself the art of forgetfulness. If they were meant to be remembered, they would have stayed.

Tainted with lies, toxic fire dancing in your eyes. Kisses like poison arrows aiming for the heart killing me softly. Toxic love is an art.

Show me your art and let me fall in love with it.

I feel that my environment reflects my belief in the grace and art and elegance of living simply.

Too many goodbyes. This girl has mastered the art of letting go.

My view is that I love what I make so who cares what everyone else thinks. Make art for yourself first, and other people second.