Occasionally, when I get mad at a woman, I'll do some great, awful painting about her.

I have a painting where somebody's holding a chicken, and underneath the chicken is somebody's head.

Some days I can't get an idea, and I think, 'Man, I'm just washed up,' but it's just a mood.

I don't think about art when I'm working. I try to think about life.

I was a really lousy artist as a kid. Too abstract expressionist; or I'd draw a big ram's head, really messy. I'd never win painting contests. I remember losing to a guy who did a perfect Spiderman.

There are about 30 words around you all the time, like 'thread' or 'exit.'