Although my art work was heavily informed by my design work on a formal and visual level, as regards meaning and content the two practices parted ways.

We are obliged to steal pieces of language, both visual and textual.

Money talks. It starts rumors about careers and complicity and speaks of the tragedies and triumphs of our social lives.

It entered the visual vocabulary of photographers, painters and sculptors and focused on what pictures and words look like and what they can mean.

As with the Princess Di crash, which sent the media on the most insane feeding frenzy. From the moment of the crash, the pornography of sentiment never let up.

I think there are lots of ways to make good work. You can throw big bucks at a project and make what some would call crap, or you can work very modestly with eloquently moving results.

Seeing is no longer believing. The very notion of truth has been put into crisis. In a world bloated with images, we are finally learning that photographs do indeed lie.