…Can you make a portrait that is not a caricature? Can you reveal vulnerability and frailty without taking advantage, without cheapening the picture and insulting your subject? Is it possible to make a portrait without reducing someone to a stereotyped or incomplete version of him- or herself? Can a portrait actually illustrate a person’s fullness—his or her complexity, contradictions, and idiosyncrasies? And is that ultimately important? My answers to these questions are inconsistent and often change. What interests me in portraits is their complexity, their mystery and volatility. If they lose that, if they ever become all clear to me, I imagine I’ll lose my interest in making them…I am fascinated by the delicacy of the exchange, the tenuousness of the relationship, and the unpredictability of the outcome. I am fascinated by how a portrait of a stranger can take on meaning for another stranger—how an anonymous viewer can look at that person (a person who in theory means nothing to him or her) and feel something. There is mystery and hope in that.