I got this box of postcards for Christmas one year, and I didn't know what to do with them. I wanted to be productive but I didn't want to know ahead of time what I was going to produce. Art doesn't really have a reason, in terms of being something specific to accomplish. Now that I'm done, I can see certain themes: pacifism, being a teenager, overpopulation… I shouldn't even tell you what they are. Because one of those themes is people who take themselves too seriously, so if I prove that by drawing your attention to manly men drinking beers or faded beauty queens, I'll be doing the same thing I say I don't like. I would rather that you discover what there is in here for you, the same way that I like to discover a stash of magazines in a secondhand store in Brooklyn where you can have each one for a quarter. I never open them until I am out of the store because you only get that feeling once. Will we live again? It would be cool to think that we do. When I look at the cover I see someone who's in a bad place … kind of falling … those difficult feelings can be turned around. The title can also apply to the repurposing of materials in the act of collage. But, again, I may not have to say any of these things. Art is a safe place for me to express myself, and I want you to feel the same safety to think anything you want.