My Dad Was Such A Bigot. He

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 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.

My Dad Was Such A Bigot. He Was A Horrible, Self-centred Person. He Was Really Racist And He'd Talk About The Jews And Blacks And Catholics Even.

I Am Always Surprised At All The Things People Read Into My Photos, But It Also Amuse Me. That May Be Because I Have Nothing Specific In Mind When I'm Working. My Intentions Are Neither Feminist Nor Political. I Try To Put Double Or Multiple Meanings Into My Photos, Which Might Give Rise To A Greater Variety Of Interpretations.

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