Monday, February 19, 2007
Who has time to bathe? Once I feel like composing a phrase, a thought, a sonnet, I just press my Sassy brand letters against the tiles of the tub. My dad is always looking for ways to stretch my mind, as if it were made of silly putty. Actually, it is made of a substance similiar to silly putty.
Friday, February 16, 2007
When I lift my crayon, I feel power. It will land on the paper and I will create a new world. Not only that, it will be a perfect world.
A lot of critics are so demanding, "Are you an abstract expressionist like de Kooning?"
People are always desperate to pigeonhole genius.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
People always want to know what I've been up to, museums, dvds, the gym, internet dating. Whatever! I'm swamped. I have so many calls to make, by 1 o'clock I'm ready for a nap. So if I don't call you back, realize that it's nothing personal. I really love everyone, at this point in my life. I just have a little too much going on.