(Interrogating Frankie Polk)
Ingrid: You must have been upset when you lost the space for your club.
Frankie: No...Not really. I find offices to be creatively confining. The only thing that truly upsets me is the lack of beauty around us.
(Frankie picks up two buckets of fuschia paint and pours the paint on his head)
Frankie: I call it "The Interrogation of Self".