I Have No Complaints, Except

... The Thing That's Happening Today Vis-á-vis Computer Imaging, Vis-á-vis Alteration, Is That It No Longer Needs To Be Based On The Real At All. I Don't Want To Get Into Jargon - Let's Just Say That Photography To Me No Longer Pertains To The Rhetoric Of Realism; It Pertains More Perhaps To The Rhetoric Of The Unreal Rather Than The Real Or Of Course The Hyperreal.

We Are Obliged To Steal Pieces Of Language, Both Visual And Textual.

Warhol's Images Made Sense To Me, Although I Knew Nothing At The Time Of His Background In Commercial Art. To Be Honest, I Didn't Think About Him A Hell Of A Lot.

It's Really Hard For Me To Use The Term 'history' In The Singular, Because It Suggests A Reductivist View Of How Moments And Events Congeal And Reflect The Passage Of Time. I'd Rather Stick To The Pluralness Of 'histories' In Order To Suggest The Simultaneity, The Parallel Forces At Work, Which Produce Lived Experience.

But I Really Resist Categories – That Naming Is A Closing Down Of Meaning. Women's Art, Political Art – Those Categorisations Perpetuate A Certain Kind Of Marginality Which I'm Resistant To. But I Absolutely Define Myself As A Feminist.