January 7, 2001: Listening rather than asking

I want to be recognized as being the artist who took on challenge—only to recreate fate. My biggest mistake—I’ve put too much of my creative self into radio. I paint not to paint—write not to write. I sing not to sing—it’s because I have to. I don’t locate emptiness—I don’t locate wrongfulness. I don’t even deny that I’m weird. I paint to hide. I write to share. I sing to calm my bleeding self. It’s because I have to.