I have always been interested in, and drawn to, what lies beneath the surface, both in people and societies. What lies beneath the surface façade—motivations, fears, lusts, neuroses, passions, love, hate, anger, joy—all things that, for whatever myriad reasons, bubble, simmer, spit, and spew beneath the surface, unconsciously or consciously, but stealthily, coming to the light in our actions, the subtle look or gesture, the sweaty palms, or the sigh when you thought no one was looking. This underbelly, this pool beneath the insincere, misunderstood, and bogus façade of social and personal action and interaction—this is what is interesting to me. What’s really going on. The surface is nothing, for it is not real. Reality is the absence of illusion.
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From my personal notes, 11/12/99.
