I try truly to be unruly. A rebel at heart, a beast of art.

A Bluesman hates to be told what to do. Authority rankles him, inspires his rebellion, and plays to his need to self-destruct. A Bluesman doesn't take to having a boss unless he's on a chain gang (for the chain gang boss ranks below only a mean old woman and a sweet young thing in the hierarchy of the Blues Muse, followed closely by bad liquor, a dead dog, and the Man).

Fearlessness in those without power is maddening to those who have it.

I'll be doing a show for Mark in December. I know I can definitely get him gallery representation in New York, Chicago, San Francisco, you know, Europe venues, galleries in London and Paris.

It's cotton and linen rather than paper and it's oil that's imbedded in it so it trap the dirt throughout the middle rather than just on the top that way a lot more air is going to come through

It's another dollar I could be putting towards any number of things including law school loans paying for the everyday household items