A cacophony of styles. A clash of class. Just what gets me through the day. Messing with the expected.
I've always felt that art comes out of art. It doesn't spring from Zeus’s forehead. Art requires looking, and a little bit of selective thievery, too. You take a little bit from here and a little from there without being conscious of it. But you need a big, big art vocabulary to be able to do that.