I have always thought and felt that my art might also help others understand their search for sanity.
One of the things I’ve always said about corporal punishment, harsh discipline and hitting is that you don’t know what kid you’re getting. Some people will say, well, it’s no big deal, and others will be forever devastated and scarred by it.
The mind is independent of the man. He has no control over it; it does as it pleases. It will take up a subject in spite of him; it will stick to it in spite of him; it will throw it aside in spite of him. It is entirely independent of him.
I am absolutely a victim to all of the societal objectification and exploitations that women are subjected to. I have bought into all of them myself at certain times.
As a child, I didn’t have a secure home and possessions. We were always moving. When I travel, I bring things from my home with me so I can establish a familiar relationship with my environment. Playing house is a childhood game I’ve never put away.
It wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without a little emotional scarring.
In each of us there is a little of all of us.
In a controversy, the instant we feel anger, we have already ceased striving for truth and have begun striving for ourselves.
We know that every collector is an unconscious Don Juan who has transferred his passion from an erotic to a non-erotic sphere. But we also know that the passion with which the collected items are loved emanates from the erotic domain.
We are all in a post-hypnotic trance induced in early infancy.