I Wonder How It Is That I’m

We're All Products Of What We Want To Project To The World. Even People Who Don't Spend Any Time, Or Think They Don't, On Preparing Themselves For The World Out There - I Think That Ultimately They Have For Their Whole Lives Groomed Themselves To Be A Certain Way, To Present A Face To The World.

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.

I’m Really Just Using The Mirror To Summon Something I Don’t Even Know Until I See It.

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 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.