“My main concern about art school was a vision of quirky painter types, holing up in their studios and spewing arty masturbations about their tiny inner lives onto giant canvases. What if I got sucked into their self-indulgent little cult? Ugh. But I was studying photography! I would journey out into reality, recording lives legions away from my inner world.
Sadly, when I found out I was pregnant, I felt tremendous pressure to turn the lens on myself. “If not now, when?” my teachers queried. Here was this tremendous opportunity for self-exploration, they persisted, a once in a lifetime chance! And so my work devolved into self-indulgent arty masturbations about my tiny inner life. As I transformed into my own worst nightmare, at least I was too broke to make the ginormous prints that would have reified the accompanying self-loathing.”