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The So-called Language Of Barbara Kruger Is Vernacular Language. Obviously, I Pick Through Bits And Pieces Of It And Figure Out To Some Degree How To Objectify My Experience Of The World, Using Pictures And Words That Construct And Contain Me.

Images Are Made Palpable, Ironed Flat By Technology And, In Turn, Dictate The Seemingly Real Through The Representative.

I'm Trying To Deal With Ideas About Histories, Fame, Hearsay, And How Public Identities Are Constructed.

I See My Work As A Series Of Attempts To Ruin Certain Representations And To Welcome A Female Spectator Into The Audience Of Men. If This Work Is Considered Incorrect, All The Better, For My Attempts Aim To Undermine That Singular Pontificating Male Voice-over Which Correctly Instructs Our Pleasures And Histories Or Lack Of Them.

I Think What I'm Trying To Do Is Create Moments Of Recognition. To Try To Detonate Some Kind Of Feeling Or Understanding Of Lived Experience.