When I was a kid my stepfather rather loudly one day said I need
something like a hole in the head.

K-

 

I was constantly reminded by my father that I was "as worthless as tits on a bull." It is quite unnerving that these things stay with us many, many years later. It has become on of my mantras, and I think of it each morning when I awake (that is, after giving brief thanks that I HAVE actually awakened and am breathing).

At one point in my sculptural studies at RISD, I actually did a series of bronze castings of bulls with teats...

 

"I'll retire to Bedlam"

E. Scrooge