One is not struck by the truth until prompted quite accidentally by some external event.
We've fallen into a fin-de-siecle period of crisis in which people believe only the things they see right in front of them
I must create the world in order to breathe in the world; I don't exist unless I create.
I am interested in circulating past iconography in the present in order to get to the future.
I am making an Enlightenment Capsule for the audience to meditate inside - virtual reality in which people can experience ancient ideas from the East. . . But I'm not interested in using ancient things; rather I want to connect them with contemporary life through the technology we have now.
. . . my father loved to take photographs of me. When I was nine I made my own costumes for a school play and I experienced becoming different characters. I loved to document myself as different images and I think my work evolved after this favorite activity. The photographs I exhibited in New York juxtaposed reality and fantasy. There was everyday life and fantasy was dismantling that reality.
In 2008, Obama won 56 percent of the women's vote to John McCain's 43 percent. It was the critical difference in the race.
Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.
Formula one is very one-dimensional in terms of what we do in the cockpit.
As in the pseudoscience of bloodletting, just so in the pseudoscience of city rebuilding and planning, years of learning and a plethora of subtle and complicated dogma have arisen on a foundation of nonsense.