Protect me from what I want.
Lack of charisma can be fatal.
I wanted to support things that are helpful to people and maybe bash what I think is dangerous. So I switched from being everybody to being myself.
Expiring for love is beautiful but stupid.
It's fun wandering around other people's minds.
The epiphany for me was that I wasn't a writer, and I had to do something with these texts. I put them in the streets as posters.
Sloppy thinking gets worse over time.
The most profound things are inexpressible.
One of the glories and terrors of working in public is that you do see if your output means anything to anyone.
I used language because I wanted to offer content that people - not necessarily art people - could understand.
I began to see that the short texts I was writing were poster material.
I'd paint long strips of canvas and abandon them on the beach, or put bread out in geometric patterns for the pigeons downtown. I wanted people to find something nice and intriguing to puzzle over. Then I'd go back to see if the things were still there, or if anyone would notice.
When my daughter was young, she thought all electronic signs were mine.
I moved to New York in the 1970s and started writing when I was at the Whitney Museum Independent Study Program.
So much of art-making is about reducing things to the essentials, so I don't feel particularly crippled by this. I don't want it to look natural because then I would be making a documentary film.
I am not free because I can be exploded anytime.
Well, I think in trying to make life seem real enough that one is moved to do something about the more atrocious things. By going really far afield into a completely fake world, maybe there's a chance to make things resonant somehow - or in this case, truly terrifying. To make it as bad as the real stuff that's happening.
I'd been doing projects outdoors for the public. I made pigeons eat geometry by putting bread out in rhomboids and triangles. I don't know if this activity made sense, but the work was available.
I suspect you've noticed that making art can be lonely.
One thing that changed when I moved upstate was that I became interested in different materials. I started making the stone benches because I was seeing rocks.
