I Was Meticulously Copying Other Art And

I Think I Always Resented The Fact That People Thought I Was Trying To Entertain Them With My Multifaceted, Chameleonlike Character Changes. Although I Liked Doing That, I Wasn't Out To Fool People And Say 'guess Which One Is Me.'

My Dad Was Such A Bigot. He Was A Horrible, Self-centred Person. He Was Really Racist And He'd Talk About The Jews And Blacks And Catholics Even.

I Think People Are More Apt To Believe Photographs, Especially If It’s Something Fantastic. They’re Willing To Be More Gullible. Sometimes They Want Fantasy. Even If They Know It’s Fake They Can Believe Anything. People Are Accustomed To Being Told What To Believe In.

One Reason I Was Interested In Photography Was To Get Away From The Preciousness Of The Art Object.

I Don't Analyze What I'm Doing. I've Read Convincing Interpretations Of My Work, And Sometimes I've Noticed Something That I Wasn't Aware Of, But I Think, At This Point, People Read Into My Work Out Of Habit. Or I'm Just Very, Very Smart.