My dear, It grows and morphs. It grows and becomes something comparable to me wearing my heart on my sleeves; It grows and becomes my childhood, my first break-up, my relationship with my parents. I begin with an idea and then it turns into something else. Usually something deeply revealing that I would have shunned and looked away from if given the chance. But this is my art, it is my confession, and it is my diary. This is my art, my...

My dear, Computers can give you pie to the hundreth decimal place. Computers can calculate how many times you breath per second per minute per hour per day per month per year, in a second. Computers can find you the best directions to a certain place in a certain amount of time. Computers can keep time for you, time and time again. But still… Computers are useless. They can only give you answers. Now a computer that asks questions...

My dear, An artist has two jobs. One is the obvious one – to create something new; something that brings the future closer, touches people’s hearts a million times over, and in the process makes the harshness of being that much more bearable. The other is less subtle. An artist’s job, the one underlying all of their creations, is to destroy. To destroy the old propaganda, the old mindsets, the old prejudices, the old...

My dear, The poor man has it all doesn’t he? He doesn’t have to lie, please anyone he doesn’t want to, or run a business he hates. But he lacks money. I’d like to live as a poor man, with lots of money. I’d like that freedom to move as I please, that freedom to be with my family at any moments notice, and that freedom to stare at the sunset and sunrise with no obligation in the world… While making sure I...

My dear, Have abnormal sense. Have strange sense. Have crazy sense! The chief enemy of creativity is good sense. Thus we must rid ourselves of our good sense if we yearn to be creative. Falsely yours, Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y...

My dear, Inspiration does not exist. It does not exist for the lazy. For the no-passionate. For the idle. It only exists for the hard-working. The diligent. The zealous and determined. Falsely yours, Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santísima Trinidad Ruiz y...