I was really naïve. I had no idea artists made money.

I think as a student I ended up liking so many different and conflicting things.

I was never a doodler. I had never felt a drive to draw... Actually when I was a kid, I really hated art classes. My father was a kind of a Sunday painter and he liked to draw and do water colors. So, I would bring him my assignment and he would do them for me, because it was easy for him to do.

I don't really live the bohemian life. I come to work in Midtown everyday, along with all the work-a-day folk.

I didn't even realize that people bought contemporary art . . . that people actually paid for it.

When I was younger and was working as a Dia guard I would go to see everything. I went to every opening. I was really interested in seeing and learning as much as I could.

I had no idea what to expect moving to New York. It's embarrassing to say, but I didn't even realize that people bought contemporary art... that people actually paid for it... I know that's really dumb. I was really naive. I had no idea artists made money.