I read once that [Pablo] Picasso felt if an artist ever felt totally satisfied with a work she ceased to be an artist. With that in mind, it seems like goals are a terrible idea then.

I'm happy to be on a show that's bridging that gap of 'Okay, I'm not a teenager anymore, I'm a man.'

It's okay to not know completely what you want or what you should be doing and to stumble a little bit.

Furniture that is too obviously designed is very interesting, but too often belongs only in museums.

I find myself trying to translate a lot of the things whirring passed my subjective lens into language I can make sense of, then that tribal tongue becomes rap-language and for whatever reason some people on the internet really like that. To y'all I'm eternally indebted.

I'd love to hold a koala. They sleep 22 hours a day, eat eucalyptus leaves and just hang out. I want to spend some time with that guy