My Dad Was Such A Bigot. He

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 Ideas Are Not Developed Before I Actually Do The Pieces.

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.

People Are Always Trying To Find The Next Groovy Thing, And It Hasn't Gone Back To Painting... I'd Like It To Go Back To Painting. I'm Sick Of All This Photography And Video. There's So Much Of It, It's Almost Annoying.

Inconsiderate, Rude Behavior Drives Me Nuts. And I Guess The Inconsiderate Rudeness Of Social Ineptitude Definitely Fuels My Work.