[Artist, b. 1943, Holyoke, Massachusetts, lives in New York.]
As soon as I got funny, I killed any majestic intentions in my work.
I just imagined you were a camera.
I get so confused about life photography art.
Photography as a subject is a good one. Its history is only about 150 years... You only have to know about twenty-five or thirty names and that’s it. All you need. In painting there are more than 1,000.
When I first started making photo pieces it wasn’t with the idea of a commitment to the medium. I didn’t think I would have to become a photographer to make my photographs. I recall that anything could be used as material for art in that era. Photography was just one more thing.
I was born on a tiny cot in southwestern Massachusetts during World War II. A sickly child, I turned to photography to overcome my loneliness and isolation.
The best thing about Fay isn’t visible in a photo. It’s her voice. You say: “Fay, speak,” and she sounds like a distant thunderstorm. (On his canine model, Fay Ray; 1987.)
Sometimes I’ve drawn on autobiographical material, maybe situations that I’ve felt trapped by, and turned them into something else, but in a very superficial way. When you find yourself thinking and worrying about certain things they become ridiculous.