The ebb and flow as an artist is a bizarre experience, for sure. I was lucky enough to become successful pretty young - in late '79, 1980 - with a body of work that got recognized and became an archetype.
I can't come up with the titles. My wife hates my titles. She doesn't even want to know about them.
The great thing about doing a show in New York is that you can work until the night before.
And I'm sort of deconstructing the process of what marks came first, what came later. Every aspect of the image is interesting to me to dissect and understand.
I started realizing I have enough history that some of it has been forgotten.
