LT When I saw your first show at Jack Shainman's old gallery in New York, in 1995, my reaction was intrigue with how direct the visuals were: the people in the pictures were very black, coal black; the element of shadow either did not exist or was impenetrable and contained, solid; most of the compositions were made as if looked upon from above. (bombmagazine.org)
I pushed open the swinging gate to a different world: In front of me a vintage red Citroën was framed by a lush garden; to my right a former tire shop was covered with old gallery posters and French maps. (bonappetit.com)
There, he produced the grisly, politically incendiary works on view in this nonprofit space, one of the area's oldest galleries still functioning. (nytimes.com)