I think what I'm trying to do is create moments of recognition. To try to detonate some kind of feeling or understanding of lived experience.

All the gossip and craziness becomes a kind of sustained narrative which, in turn, can become history. It's scary.

Do you know why language manifests itself the way it does in my work? It's because I understand short attention spans.

I see my work as a series of attempts to ruin certain representations and to welcome a female spectator into the audience of men. If this work is considered incorrect, all the better, for my attempts aim to undermine that singular pontificating male voice-over which correctly instructs our pleasures and histories or lack of them.

I think architecture is one of the predominant orderings of social space. It can construct and contain our experiences. It defines our days and nights. It literally puts us in our place.

Art is as heavy as sorrow, as light as a breeze, as bright as an idea, as pretty as a picture, as funny as money, and as fugitive as fraud!

Money talks. It makes art. It determines what food we eat, whether we are cured or die, and what shoes we wear.