I think there's something very lovely and hilarious about exploring the particular neuroses of the female mind. It's just not the same thing with men. I mean, there are exceptions, but for the most part, women beat themselves up in their heads more. They overanalyze stuff far more than men do.
Drawing is still basically the same as it has been since prehistoric times. It brings together man and the world. It lives through magic.
I loved Carl Perkins, Jerry lee Lewis... not only were they personal friends.

