With museums, I am at best stealing creative yeasts with which to make my strange pastries later. This is why we call it culture.

In the best of circumstances, I am boorish enough to tell artists that I best like pieces that look like things. I am not to be trusted with my edification.

While it is easy to say why one doesn't like a work of art, the sublime lacks explicability. One can talk about influences, brushwork, styles, but the real beauty of it comes from a place outside description. This was, in part, why the performance grated on me. They were talking too much for me to focus on what I'm not able to articulate.

I could either succumb to the nightmares I’ve raised or paint them.

Other young women were more than kind when it came to teaching him the basics of makeup artistry, but he did not like the idea of foundation, knowing enough alchemy to realize it had historically been made with lead and mercury.