If there is pain in my photographs, it relates to the pain in my own existence.

I operate out of confusion, towards clarity.

I could easily live in a world populated with disjunctive, bizarre things.

People who hate what I make hate me, too. They must think I am a demon or some kind of evil sorcerer. Those who understand what I do appreciate the determination, love, and courage it takes to find wonder and beauty in people who are considered by society to be damaged, unclean, dysfunctional, or wretched.

I wanted my photographs to be as powerful as the last thing a person sees or remembers before death.

Artists are the people among us who realize creation didn't stop on the sixth day.

To me extreme things are like miracles. There is nothing as boring as a person who is just okay. But I could easily live in a world populated with these disjunctive, bizarre things... I operate out of confusion, towards clarity.

I've come to realize that the mark is the primal gesture, the internal connection of the caveman to the cosmos an impossibility similar to an impulse in an insect's nervous system that it could somehow reduce to dust a steel beam by endlessly crawling over it.

My purpose is to acknowledge the wonder of being part of Creation. Though I myself don't create anything, I make from what has been created.

I have consecrated my life to changing matter into spirit with the hope of someday seeing it all.