I like the accidents, the ephemeral events, things you catch out of the corner of your eye. And I like art that's polyreferential.
I was a kid who could read words he couldn't pronounce. Running in and out of rooms where poetry was recited, I thought Pound said "hang it all, Robert Browing, there can be but one bordello," and Thomas said "in my craft of celluloid."
I don't believe in explaining anything. I sent my friend Michael a picture of himself with his mouth sewn up after he explained himself to Art Forum.
I'm interested in what's going on at other hives, including the Great American Hive that has always managed to find a place for ants like me. But it's the record of this hive I care about.
We were talking about adding a bathroom to our house this winter. And we were wondering why, if we're in a recession, the cost of doing that doesn't seem to be going down.