I am an artist. My life is my perception of the world, my expression is my acceptance of life.
Doing this will take a toll. It upsets the mediocre and the safe—which is to say the majority. But if you give a damn about doing good work, about making things that matter, about allowing what you love to persevere, then you have to run straight out and away from everything but your own heart, your own emotional inventory, and do what only you can do.
If you have liked or admired anything I’ve done—or anyone else—it has been work that was extruded from and through our singular personalities and experience. It was mine; it was what I had made of the material. And everyone must do this. Every single human being, whether they act or write or sing or live or fuck or walk around gaily talking to others. Everything must be yours—very personal and entirely your own.
What I have learned from you is invaluable and I will try my best to use it for the rest of my life, however, you are not the ‘one all, say all’ for my career. You are not my mentor, my rock, my guidance, you are my teacher. Thank you teaching me your peace of the puzzle and I will add it to my formulation but it is time for me to move on, to learn, to grow..