The Still Must Tease With The Promise

The Way I See It, As Soon As I Make A Piece I’ve Lost Control Of It.

I Feel I'm Anonymous In My Work. When I Look At The Pictures, I Never See Myself; They Aren't Self-portraits. Sometimes I Disappear.

I Didn't Want To Make 'high' Art, I Had No Interest In Using Paint, I Wanted To Find Something That Anyone Could Relate To Without Knowing About Contemporary Art. I Wasn't Thinking In Terms Of Precious Prints Or Archival Quality; I Didn't Want The Work To Seem Like A Commodity.

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

Early In My Career, A Critic Said That I Needed To "explain" The Irony In My Work, Suggesting That I Needed To Add Text Next To The Images To Help People Understand What I Was Trying To Say. At First I Was Dismayed That I Wasn't Making Work With A Clear Enough Message. That's When I Realized That That Was The Exact Opposite Of What I Wanted To Do - That I Wasn't Responsible For A Misinterpretation Of My Work, That There Should Be Some Ambiguity To It. They Either Got It, Or They Didn't.