To create an expression is close to innocence. Childhood is often stolen from you with every judgement made, innocence stolen with it. You go into a room alone and try to collect the pieces of your life and meet your monster.
Everyone has a monster that haunts them—monsters inside and outside. I have fought monsters. And turned into a complete monster in the midst of the fight.
At a certain point I just started breaking. Breaking everything that was given to me, everything that I was working with. Because it was the only way I could carve myself into the hard-ass clay I was given. And if you have to make something with a hammer instead of a scalpel, the result will be more rigid, more raw.
Achieving the ultimate success through the ultimate level of bashing—running through a fucking wall and taking the bruises and wearing the fucking bruises and shit. And jumping in a cold pool with a half hard-on.
I am moved by visions that feel very physical, very aggressive—where the body is molded and shaped, twisted, and beaten into existence. Within these works, I locate my affinity for—or maybe my addiction to—the body.
My father once said to me that a pornographic image actually tattoos your mind. It never leaves you. It binds to your senses and your psyche. Beauty is pornographic to me, it’s a trigger in that same way—a chemical reaction that moves blood in the body. That is powerful. The other joy that’s the most pure can only come through God.—Kanye West