"When I'm working on an ink drawing, I tend to fall into a trance, induced by the repetition of a million tiny hash marks or brush strokes that each have a sort of symbiotic relationship and survive only by co-existing with the next, smaller hash mark.
Each drawing I do I like to think of as an entire self-contained ecosystem of random tiny life forms that, when looked at closely, resemble a jam-packed orgy of unorganized shit that's feeding and fucking each other sporadically. However, when looked at from the atmosphere, that ecosystem looks like something semi-recognizable that my eyes might be satisfied with (for a few minutes, at least).
As I was going over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell and his money he was count'n.
I first produced me pistol, and then produced me rapier,
Saying stand and deliver for you are the bold deceiver.