People Think Because It's Photography It's Not

The Still Must Tease With The Promise Of A Story The Viewer Of It Itches To Be Told.

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.

So Many Things Suddenly Made Sense For The Clowns, For The Whole Idea. I’d Been Going Through A Struggle, Particularly After 9/11; I Couldn’t Figure Out What I Wanted To Say. I Still Wanted The Work To Be The Same Kind Of Mixture – Intense, With A Nasty Side Or An Ugly Side, But Also With A Real Pathos About The Characters – And Clowns Have An Underlying Sense Of Sadness While They’re Trying To Cheer People Up. Clowns Are Sad, But They’re Also Psychotically, Hysterically Happy.

I Don't Think I Can See The World Through Other People's Eyes, But I Can Capture An Attitude Or A Look That Makes Others Think I Can. I Have An Appreciation For Why People Choose To Look The Way They Do. But I Can't Know What They Experience.

I Am Always Surprised At All The Things People Read Into My Photos, But It Also Amuse Me. That May Be Because I Have Nothing Specific In Mind When I'm Working. My Intentions Are Neither Feminist Nor Political. I Try To Put Double Or Multiple Meanings Into My Photos, Which Might Give Rise To A Greater Variety Of Interpretations.