My Dad Was Such A Bigot. He

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

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

I Want[ed] To Make A Show Of Really Big Pictures, Because You See Male Artists Doing It All The Time. It Just Seemed Like Such A Big Egotistical Thing. I Thought, 'i Don't Know That Many Women That Really Do That.... Damn It, I'm Gonna Do That-make This Really Big Picture.'

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.

I Was Feeling Guilty In The Beginning; It Was Frustrating To Be Successful When A Lot Of My Friends Weren't. Also, I Was Constantly Being Reminded Of That By People In My Family Making Jokes.