I'm living my life, not buying a lifestyle.

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 had to figure out how to bring the world into my work.

I want to speak, show, see, and hear outrageously astute questions and comments. I want to be on the sides of pleasure and laughter and to disrupt the dour certainties of pictures, property, and power.

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!

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.

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