As Pumpkin says to Yolanda.

As Pumpkin says to Yolanda: be cool honey bunny. Not ‘be freezing’ okay?

Winter arrives with all her charms. And I must say the way I’m feeling now, hell can freeze over for all I care. Making art is not a privilege it’s a right. But the notion that the underworld will rise is of course pure wishful thinking. In other words, the creation of art will always appear to be something that some people are lucky enough to do.

Let’s not even engage with the notion of experimentation, in which there are variables that cannot be predicted. How will the industry deal with a sausage machine that makes sausages that are not uniform in size and character?

I am one of the lucky ones who is loved enough to be tolerated. I pity the ones who are never able to deliver anything but the same old thing. I pity artists who can only paint one picture over and over again.

Otherwise, I look in the mirror and see a person who is committed to surviving the winter ahead. That means, I will free myself from the stress of having to make beautiful things, by making beautiful things.

Does that even make sense? If it doesn’t then imagine you are God, and humans have managed to perfect their own acts of creation. Wouldn’t you be proud of your kids? - Fringe.