The world's treated me awfully well, and I guess it's crept into my work.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I had to figure out how to bring the world into my work.
Look, we're all saddled with things that make us better or worse. This world is a crazy place, and I've chosen to make my work about that insanity.
Out of my discomforts, which were small enough, grew one thing for which I have all my life been grateful, the formation of fixed habits of work.
It's hard not to get depressed when you pay attention to the world and how strangely and corrupt the people in it sometimes behave.
I went through a lot of occupations. I was questioning my contribution to the world.
Everyone finds my work super sad. I never do. I always find it uplifting in a weird way.
My life as a child did not prepare me for the fact that the world is full of cruel and bitter things.
Sometimes you have to be okay with what you are to the world, where you are in the world, and make the most of it.
I'm overwhelmed by the pain in the world; I'm affected by the news very much, and adding that to my work was becoming a little bit too much.
I was desperately unhappy trying to adjust to the world.