Not when he wanted Brian so bad he thought it might kill him. Not when he lost Brian. Not when he had Brian, really had him.
Not before the bashing when he couldn't help but sketch any old thing in his line of vision. Or after the bashing when his anger and hate and pain drove him to create violent images that left him feeling more scared then ever.
Not when he was in school, or when he was kicked out.
Not when he was horny, or broken, or satisfied.
Nothing ever inspired him as much as living in New York City.
It's the city. And being with Brian, and missing him more than he's ever missed anything.
And at first he feels guilty. He feels guilty that being away, being here, seems to agree with him.
But then he sees Brian's face. The way he reacts the first time he comes to the studio and sees what he has done.