Now, lest this whole thing become altogether too pretty and maudlin I should confess my love of mess, sleaze and sideshows. I love cheap motels and roller coasters. I am sure I was a carnie in a former life. I am convinced I have been a series of cruel men. I have no patience with people who claim to have been Catherine the Great or Napoleon. If I lived before I was a large breasted cockney bar wench with six bastards clinging to my skirts, I was a cowboy, a sailor and a thief.
In this life I love things which are orderly, smooth and clean. But there is a part of me, a not so secret part of me that adores the tawdry. I take pictures at carnivals, the more cheap and Mexican the better. I am fascinated by conjoined twins, gypsies, dirt roads and things held together with twine. Impermanence has its own architecture; a meandering, transient perfection.
