In the fourth grade my friend Lauren and I started doing our homework in pencil so light our teacher couldn't read it. More than once, she contacted my parents so they'd have me bear down harder. It seems a pretty clear signal that I felt invisible.
Some 40 years later I make artwork that plays at the edge of visibility. I've matured a little bit, so my production doesn't come from the same sad place as invisible pencil, but from a very painful identification with invisible others: Drowning polar bears. Neglected children. Enslaved horses pulling carriages in Central Park.
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