No Maggot Lonely: Thoughts from a Life in Art
An edited version of this essay was published in the June issue of FotoNostrum.
In hindsight, art became my vocation because I had no choice. There are always choices so, like most high-sounding statements, that first sentence isn’t even true. But it feels this way — like if I hadn’t become an artist I would have been eaten from the inside by some sickness.