And I know you have an issue with journalists often times but I said it's our role to have conversations and to inquire and to sometimes even interrogate ideas and that's... I'm hoping we can do that.

Well, journaling is how we understand our thoughts and feelings, because journaling is literally the process of writing down our thoughts and feelings so that we can interrogate them, so that we can ask questions of ourselves, and so that we can get clarity on what are the stories and beliefs and thoughts and feelings that we actually have.

The second thing is interrogation. So essentially, what we have to do is interrogate the person.

Outwardly the scene is utterly unremarkable and could initially appear to be deeply unpromising material for a painting and yet, like any great artist, Købke has known how to interrogate his own perceptions in a fresh unclouded, underivative manner and translated them accurately into his medium, weaving a small masterpiece out of the thread of everyday life.

We must interrogate him, not chit chat.

Empty, right, I didn't want to say to Margaret just then what I had seen or at least what I thought I had seen and anyway she went up to bed, I took the opportunity to interrogate the weather, it was a cool clear night but as I stepped outside for a walk I saw a tallish heavy set chap disappear around the corner of the house, well I didn't want there to be prowlers about so I sent my dog after him, terrifying as she is, and I waited there to see if anyone might come around that corner of the house but as I waited I heard footsteps coming from the other corner of the house as if they'd gone all the way around the estate, well those footsteps came closer and closer but no one made them, whatever it was this invisible presence came closer to me and then brushed past me and horror upon horror it felt icy cold, I reached out to try and grab hold of whatever it was but it slipped by and went inside the house, just at that moment my dog came bounding around the corner as if pursuing somebody, well she had been and whatever it was had gone inside the house, I could hear footsteps from within, so my dog and I we searched the entire ground floor of the house, we went from pantry to scullery to boot room to servants hall and all was empty and quiet, then we went into the kitchen, that was empty and quiet too but there was a rocking chair sat by the fire and it was tipping gently back and forth as if someone lately sat upon it had suddenly stood up, well my dog barked something terrible at that rocking chair and I wanted to reach out and stop it but I could not persuade myself to go anywhere near it, now what I had seen or what I hadn't seen gave me a rather terrible night's sleep and what the planchette had said kept repeating in my mind, I want to come in, I can't find her here, well someone had come in and they made a thorough job of searching, now who was this mysterious invisible gardener and who were they searching for, well the next morning Margaret had to go off down to town to make sure some particular ingredients were ordered correctly by her kitchen maid, when she came back she had a flush of excitement all over her face, never laugh at my planchette again, I've heard the most extraordinary story from Maud Ashfield in the village, horrible but so frightfully interesting, there was a gardener here some years ago and he used to live in that little cottage and when the family were away up in London he and his wife used to caretake here, he married a wife much younger than himself and gradually he became very jealous of her and one day in a fit of passion he strangled her with his own hands, a little while after someone came to the cottage and found him sobbing over her trying to restore her, they went to the police but before they came back he had taken his own life, he had cut his throat, isn't it all horrible but surely it's rather curious that the planchette said gardener, I am the gardener, I want to come in, I can't find her here, you see I knew nothing about it, I shall do the planchette again this evening, no no not not tonight Margaret, why not you don't have to attend if you don't want to, anyway I just ask you not to, you have got something on your mind, out with it, I believe you're nervous, you think that there is something clear about, what is it?

Oddly Oddly Interrogate.

Well, it starts with having two-way conversations with the interviewer rather than just letting them interrogate you.

to interrogate those who tell us that something is true

Tseng layers these photos to put himself, or the character he's playing, who he called the ambiguous ambassador, into a dramatic relationship with these national icons, and he's asking us to consider and interrogate this relationship.