We see things in a certain moment in time, the work doesn’t change but we change.
When I was growing up in western Kansas, every season had a new disaster.
The Ethiopian was probably a slave, so the theft of his leg was not considered a desecration.
I want to open negotiations with that sealed moment, to push beyond the transparent barrier.
I don’t feel at all cynical about contemporary art, it’s sort of the only thing I am not cynical about.
American life is so much about artifice. Right? For me photography is a type of artificial intimacy.
History is full of minor apocalypses that appear like regularly scheduled rehearsals for extinction.