(when asked by a funding agency to explain the import of my work to the larger  community, I offered the following arrogant but necessary reply)
 
When I enter my studio, I enter a space filled with the contradictory, clamoring voices of past and future selves, a space inhabited by images, sounds, questions, pleasures and ideas that catalyze one another in unpredictable ways and that come to constitute  a space of imaginary being. It is to this internal, living community of influences that I demonstrate my loyalty, to which I bear responsibility, and from which I derive my satisfactions.  I do not feel the obligation to demonstrate such fealty to anything less fictional.