"I've been told that I trade in urban paranoia, that I'm a recluse, that I peddle dystopian nightmares or addled daydreams, dark visions, and so on. But me, I'm not so sure. I try desperately to find beauty in this sordid horror that surrounds us. When oil leaks from a car on to the dirty road and rain pours from the gray sky the results are gleaming rainbows of shimmering peacock- feather beauty, outshining jewelry and lifting the heart. That's what I'm interested in. Beauty."