For a while I couldn't leave the house by myself. Even if I was just grocery shopping alone, I'd get self-conscious.
I went to Paris when I was about 18 and then went to Miami and New York. I did all of that alone. I did it to myself.
I've always been fascinated with knowing the self. This fascination led me to submerge myself in art, study neuroscience, and later to become a psychotherapist.
I am here on Earth to express myself, and the many media of art are my magic carpets that allow me the freedom to do so.
I don't like to treat a piece of clothing like an object of art because I don't consider myself an artist. I'm a designer.
I don't really consider myself a model, to be honest. I respect designers; I think it's another art, you know.
I often find myself privately stewing about much British art, thinking that except for their tremendous gardens, that the English are not primarily visual artists, and are, in nearly unsurpassable ways, literary.
I am not a food critic. Or a chef. Or even a professional writer. What I am schooled in the art of, however, is enjoying myself.
And as I reinvent myself and I'm constantly curious about everything, I can't wait to see what's around the corner in newfound art and entertainment and exploration.
My only concern about art collaborations is that I never thought of myself as an Artist. My tax forms say Musician/Songwriter.
I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. No, I’ve been feeling like my clone.
I give myself permission to enjoy the present moment.
I wanted to start a revolution, using art to build the sort of society I myself envisioned.
I've tried to deny it even to myself... My heart and soul are filled with you.
If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.
The honest to God truth is that I'm mad at myself. I should've known better.
Fallon affected my body in weird ways. But only because she’s different, I told myself.
My mind floats like ash. I blame myself most cruelly.
I did not need him to survive. He inspired me to find that strength in myself.
I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
When he kisses me again, the last part of me that could stand myself dies.
