I am fascinated by light in all of its forms. Incandescent, fluorescent, broad and narrow spectrum, lased, reflected from objects, radiated from cathodes, caused by fire or the shearing of atoms in nuclear reactions or the transition of electrons from one orbital to another, by stars exploding, by electricity itself, raw and blue-white, bent by prisms, dancing on water, disco-ed by holograms, winked from glitter, captured in jewels...
I studied photography for four years at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. I hated the cold, but loved the chemicals and the strange red and amber lights of the darkroom. Then everything went digital. Wah-wah!
I love cartoons.
My refrigerator was made by Hotpoint, my stove by Frigidaire. At some point, things went heinously off the rails in my kitchen.
There is a direct relationship between how expensive my new clothes are and how strongly the Muses insist that I start painting NOW NOW NOW. Muses are mean.
Completely over-the-top is my favorite starting point.
I saw a picture of the atomic bomb once, the first one, the Trinity site. Against a sky rendered pitch black by its incredible brightness, it was about three times as wide as the 100-meter scale bar below it. Beneath that it read: 0.025 seconds. It was as if my brain was made of actual gears, which suddenly locked. How does something get that big, that fast? So I went back to school in Physics and made straight A's in six semesters of calculus. I'm as surprised by that as you are.
I think that people who believe that everything has already been done, and that Art is merely a matter of editing, selecting, and pasting together the concepts that are already in existence are weak-minded, full of shit, and totally lacking in vision. ALL GLORY TO THE NEO-ENTHUSIASTS!!!
My earliest memory is of piling my toybox, table, and chairs into my crib so that I could get my View-Master closer to the dim overhead light in the middle of the night. Was it the reel of 'Storyland Caverns' with its bizarre day-glo dioramas of fairy tales nestled amongst the stalagmites, deep underground?
I have a fetish for oragami paper. There's so many different kinds!
I can disprove the existence of death.
My favorite color is glue.
At some point I guess I should mention that I've worked on a ton of major motion pictures, top-rated TV shows, supermodel-filled fashion shoots and runway shows, Broadway musicals, multi-platinum artist rock shows and music videos, and more than my fair share of over-the-top nightclub and burlesque performances, low-budget theater productions and other charity events, and flagship store displays for many major (and not-so-major) fashion brands...but I'd much rather talk about outer space and how much I really, really, really want my own U.F.O. You wouldn't happen to know where I could get one, would you?
I was hip before it was cool.