Q:Do you have a favorite city/region in America? Either a place that feels like home or a place that you just enjoy?
I wouldn’t say I’ve traveled enough, at least not with enough external awareness, to really make that kind of call. Northern Arizona will always feel like home to me, because that’s where my earliest memories were formed, and I understand the shapes of things there in way that feels beyond analysis, as though it were an extension of my own body.
Other than that, I have very fond memories of the Chicago region and, more recently, of bits of New York, though I wouldn’t say I know them intimately enough to have more than surface impressions.
California feels familiar in a somewhat seedy way, like a relative you’re a bit embarrassed to acknowledge. Maybe it’s because I can’t help seeing the place in double exposure, as the place itself and as the thousands and millions of images from movies and TV and advertising laid over it, miles deep in some places. Not even the most iconic bits of New York felt that way to me, maybe because when I think of New York I don’t think of photographs or stills but of drawings, charcoal and ink and wash scattered over many thousands and millions of pages in books and magazines and journals in a far more diffuse way. (There are lots of things about (my imaginary relationship to) the history of illustration and American publishing that I could get into here, but I won’t, partly because I’m already far enough up my own ass.)