When I Do Work, I Get So

I Don't Analyze What I'm Doing. I've Read Convincing Interpretations Of My Work, And Sometimes I've Noticed Something That I Wasn't Aware Of, But I Think, At This Point, People Read Into My Work Out Of Habit. Or I'm Just Very, Very Smart.

I Can Be Fearlessly Strong At Times To Protect An Inner Frailty.

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'd Never Even Thought About Compromise When I Worked In My Studio. The Major Distinction Is In The Priority Of Who I Ultimately Wanted To Please: Myself Or The Audience.

Everyone Thinks These Are Self-portraits But They Aren't Meant To Be. I Just Use Myself As A Model Because I Know I Can Push Myself To Extremes, Make Each Shot As Ugly Or Goofy Or Silly As Possible.