SoHo was called Hell's Hundred Acres because it was full of sweatshops - without fire escapes. Completely not up to code. Every once in a while, these buildings would burn and 26 Puerto Ricans would be killed.

My art springs from my desire to have things in the world which would otherwise never be there.

I had no place to put anything. I would give my sculpture away because I had no place to put it.

What I made depended on what I found on the street. At least in the beginning, my materials came from the street.

Art is an intersection of many human needs.

I never stopped doing what I did as a child.

It seems with progress you gain certain things and you lose certain things. The automobile replaced the horse and buggy but you lost all of that nice manure.