When I Do Work, I Get So

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.'

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.

If I Knew What The Picture Was Going To Be Like I Wouldn’t Make It. It Was Almost Like It Was Made Already – The Challenge Is More About Trying To Make What You Can’t Think Of.

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.

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