You know, one of the only times I ever wrote about art was the obituary of Warhol that I did for the Village Voice.

I think that art is still a site for resistance and for the telling of various stories, for validating certain subjectivities we normally overlook. I'm trying to be affective, to suggest changes, and to resist what I feel are the tyrannies of social life on a certain level.

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

Prominence is cool, but when the delusion kicks in it can be a drag. Especially if you choose to surround yourself with friends and not acolytes.

I'm an artist who works with pictures and words. Sometimes that stuff ends up in different kinds of sites and contexts which determine what it means and looks like.

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

I'm trying to deal with ideas about histories, fame, hearsay, and how public identities are constructed.