The still must tease with the promise of a story the viewer of it itches to be told.
Inconsiderate, rude behavior drives me nuts. And I guess the inconsiderate rudeness of social ineptitude definitely fuels my work.
I'm really just using the mirror to summon something I don't even know until I see it.
I have had a lifelong fascination with horror movies, scary movies, how they work.
I had to redo my last house after the pipes burst, and something was lost in the renovation. The soul of the old space was compromised.
I feel I'm anonymous in my work. When I look at the pictures, I never see myself; they aren't self-portraits. Sometimes I disappear.
I didn't have any interest in traditional art.
I always need to get away from whatever it is I've just finished, to feel a distance from it.
