These dog bones are just making art the way art should be made, without any overarching reference. Just for fun, if you can imagine that-art for fun.

There are a number of things that set Southern artists apart from anyone else. Their obsession with place and their obsession with family.

I have nothing but respect for people who travel the world to make art and put exotic Indians in front of linen backdrops, but it's always been my philosophy to try to make art out of the everyday and ordinary.

Every image is in some way a “portrait,” not in the way that it would reproduce the traits of a person, but in that it pulls and draws (this is the semantic and etymological sense of the word), in that it extracts something, an intimacy, a force.

Sometimes I think the only memories I have are those that I’ve created around photographs of me as a child. Maybe I’m creating my own life. I distrust any memories I do have. They may be fictions, too.

You can tell a good ruined lens, right from the get-go.... That’s the kind of lens I'm looking for.

I don't see many artists who are not trying to bring their work to the public - -to the contrary I see artists nearly desperate to get attention for their art and, failing that, often for themselves.