I really love that dynamic between beauty and sadness...theres always these moments of quiet alienation, the sense of disconnect, but also, these moments of possibility.

My pictures must first be beautiful, but that beauty is not enough. I strive to convey an underlying edge of anxiety, of isolation, of fear.

Every artist has a central story to tell, and the difficulty, the impossible task, is trying to present that story in pictures

It's about finding meaning through light. I'm always interested in tensions. A primary one is the collision between the familiar and the strange.

I’m interested in using the iconography of nature and the American landscape as surrogates or metaphors for psychological anxiety, fear or desire

What the artist attempts to do is to try and tell a story. Attempting to give physical expression to a story that's internal.

It is really important to have an obsessive need to construct something, to understand something from your own experience.

I think that, in a sense, there's something about photography in general that we could associate with memory, or the past, or childhood.

The suburban landscape is alien and strange and exotic. I photograph it out of longing and desire. My photographs are also about repression and internal angst.

My father was a psycho-analyst and I think that fact was very influential on my development as an artist. Trying to search beneath the surface of things for an unexpected sense of mystery.

The viewer is more likely to project their own narrative onto the picture.

She will not bow her head to any woman or man, so why, indeed, should she bow to a needle?

WHEN IT MATTERS THE MOST....DON'T PLEAD THE 5TH WHEN YOU'VE BEEN TESTIFYING ALL DAY!SPEAK UP!

When superiors are fond of showing their humanity, inferiors try to outstrip one another in their practice of it.

The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.

Design is really an act of communication, which means having a deep understanding of the person with whom the designer is communicating.

There is no right or wrong behavior. The only meaningful choice is between fear and love.

Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.

This problem with illegal immigration is nothing new. In fact, the Indians had a special name for it. They called it "white people."

The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.

You double your intensity with skill.