Although My Art Work Was Heavily Informed

I Worked With Someone Else's Photos; I Cropped Them In Whatever Way I Wanted And Put Words On Top Of Them. I Knew How To Do It With My Eyes Closed. Why Couldn't That Be My Art?

I Like Suggesting That ‘we Are Slaves To The Objects Around Us,’ That ‘plenty Should Be Enough,’ Or That The ‘buyer Should Beware,’ Within The Context Of Conventional Selling Space.

I Feel Uncomfortable With The Term Public Art, Because I'm Not Sure What It Means. If It Means What I Think It Does, Then I Don't Do It. I'm Not Crazy About Categories.

All The Gossip And Craziness Becomes A Kind Of Sustained Narrative Which, In Turn, Can Become History. It's Scary.

It's A Small World, But Not If You Have To Clean It