Although My Art Work Was Heavily Informed

We Are Obliged To Steal Pieces Of Language, Both Visual And Textual.

I See My Work As A Series Of Attempts To Ruin Certain Representations And To Welcome A Female Spectator Into The Audience Of Men. If This Work Is Considered Incorrect, All The Better, For My Attempts Aim To Undermine That Singular Pontificating Male Voice-over Which Correctly Instructs Our Pleasures And Histories Or Lack Of Them.

Prominence Is Cool, But When The Delusion Kicks In It Can Be A Drag. Especially If You Choose To Surround Yourself With Friends And Not Acolytes.

You Know, One Of The Only Times I Ever Wrote About Art Was The Obituary Of Warhol That I Did For The Village Voice.

Money Talks. It Makes Art. It Determines What Food We Eat, Whether We Are Cured Or Die, And What Shoes We Wear.