God gave me no choice.
The artwork that I make today isn’t much different than what it was when I was five. I work scribbly and violently much like a five year-old. I use outlined shapes and then color them in badly. I work on any materials that I find laying around; I draw on my walls. As far as I see it, I was meant to make visual art.
On a stormy night in NYC, a friend of mine snapped a picture of this scene and emailed me the image because he thought it would be inspiration for a painting. I’m glad he did, because it’s one of my favorites.