There’s some point in the early ’90s where the dumbing down of America spread to the art world. It was really discouraging, in fact sickening to me, to see this stuff that was being considered for publication in magazines and even later put into art galleries and respected in art circles. The truth is that most art is based on the theory of the Emperor’s New Clothes. Everyone says it’s so, so everyone believes it’s so. I have never been one to follow in that way, and neither of the people I’ve portrayed for most of my career. That’s why they’re Fuck You Heroes because they aren’t taking the shit that’s being shoveled to them. You know it’s interesting, even when there became a point where artists became kind of lazy because, fuck it, they weren’t even artists, they were people calling themselves artists. You’re a graffiti artist or you’re a painter or you’re a doodler, do it at home, do it for yourself, put it on your walls, please. Speak on the walls of the city; tell me something I don’t already know. But fuck, do you think you belong on a gallery wall or in a book? Why are you wasting the paper, why are you wasting my time? All of a sudden I’m looking at magazines and I’m seeing photos that are out of focus, not composed, as if you just don’t give a shit. I don’t care if it’s documentary, it isn’t shocking to me and I’ve seen it all before and so has everyone else. You don’t even have to study art to know its bullshit, right?