An interesting thing happened in 1989, right as I was graduating: the stock market crashed and really changed the landscape of the art world in New York. It made the kind of work I was doing interesting to galleries that wouldn't have normally been interested in it.
It's always a Catch-22 situation. They hate you if you're the same, and they hate you if you're different.
So I went to English school, secondary English school, so forget going to Mecca for my religious education.