“I wanted to build up a name for myself.”

I am not a black artist, I am an artist.

I cross out words so you will see them more; the fact that they are obscured makes you want to read them.

If you wanna talk about influence, man, then you’ve got to realize that influence is not influence. It’s simply someone’s idea going through my new mind.

Most Young Kings Get Their Heads Cut Off.

Fire will attract more attention than any other cry for help.

I start a picture and I finish it. I don’t think about art while I work.

I don’t think about art when I’m working. I think about life.

I wanted to be a cartoonist when I was young.

My favorite Twombly is ‘Apollo and the Artist,’ with the big ‘Apollo’ written across it.

I had a romantic feeling about how these people became famous.

The black person is the protagonist in most of my paintings.

I cross out words so you will see them more

The more I paint the more I like everything.

I wanted to be a star, not a gallery mascot.

Since I was seventeen I thought I might be a star. I’d think about all my heroes, Charlie Parker, Jimi Hendrix…

Every single line means something.

So I will call upon your Name and keep my eyes above the waves when oceans rise my soul rests in Your embrace.

I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, its no wonder I can’t resist every time you say my name.

Your name in lights illuminates my skin.

Pain has one name but finds you through many.

Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.

Everyone has to have a sense of duty. A duty to society, to their family. I mean, you name it.

I can’t remember names and things.

On bitter autumn nights your name lies at the tip of my tongue, as silent memories of us come to haunt me.