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Early In My Career, A Critic Said That I Needed To "explain" The Irony In My Work, Suggesting That I Needed To Add Text Next To The Images To Help People Understand What I Was Trying To Say. At First I Was Dismayed That I Wasn't Making Work With A Clear Enough Message. That's When I Realized That That Was The Exact Opposite Of What I Wanted To Do - That I Wasn't Responsible For A Misinterpretation Of My Work, That There Should Be Some Ambiguity To It. They Either Got It, Or They Didn't.

I'd Never Even Thought About Compromise When I Worked In My Studio. The Major Distinction Is In The Priority Of Who I Ultimately Wanted To Please: Myself Or The Audience.

I Was Feeling Guilty In The Beginning; It Was Frustrating To Be Successful When A Lot Of My Friends Weren't. Also, I Was Constantly Being Reminded Of That By People In My Family Making Jokes.

I’m Trying To Make Other People Recognize Something Of Themselves Rather Than Me.

The Still Must Tease With The Promise Of A Story The Viewer Of It Itches To Be Told.