I fall for raw conversation, those in which I know the person is not playing. Not pretending to be someone else. Portraying their inner self. I fall for carefree smiles which are not intended to impress anyone. I fall for the soul within and not the skin that carries it.
artists obsessed and possessed by one single all-consuming theme or image and returning to it over and over until the day they die…. rearranging your entire life into an altar of unflinching devotion for this one thing, the only thing, and through that devotion making it everything….that’s how you touch the universe i think.
