William Wegman
[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. 
 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
 I was working with mud and photographs and thread, eyelashes, carrots and acetone... I was throwing radios off of buildings and ... I remember floating styrofoam commas down the Milwaukee River. 
 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.