"It's like an accouchement."
"It's too early..."
"Man, I got to get it out. I have to use any means necessary."
"So what?"
"I paint."
"You're a painter? I didn't know that. With brushes and everything?"
"Yes. I don't go around telling people this information. I don't think it's that necessary."
"OK."
"But you know, I don't get out all into the idea of painting, you know the lifestyle, the spattered jeans and whatnot. I am trying for..."
"And accouchement."
"Dig. I'm just trying to get the shit out. The instrument I use is vast."
"Vast?"
"Vast. Is that right?"
"I guess."
"I use charcoal, acrylic, oils, lead...I use whatever it takes to get the idea across. I'm not fucking looking to get wrapped up in the life. You understand? I'm trying to go crazy like the better artist in the past. That's when you become good."
"You've mastered that part for a couple of years now.
"I'm not looking to walk around in a apron..."
"Do you wear an apron?"
"At times."
"Dig."
"But I'm an artist."
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