Sometimes a person looks at me and sees dollars. They see numbers and they see a product. I look at me and see art.

I am not reinventing myself. I am going through the layers and revealing myself. I am on a journey, an adventure that's constantly changing shape.

Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art.

It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.

I will hazard a prediction. When you are eighty years old and, in a quiet moment of reflection, narrating for only yourself the mostpersonal version of your life story, the telling that will be most compact and meaningful will be the series of choices you have made.In the end, we are our choices. Build yourself a great story. Thank you, and good luck!

It's nice to look back on your life and see things as lessons, and not regrets.