Writing without making mistakes is like vomiting hot air.

Art is gushing hot bile on the fields and harvesting the looks of nasty dwarfs.

Writing without making mistakes is like vomiting hot air.

My body is the intention. My body is the event. My body is the result.

The white room is an interior to be made devoid of any specific sensualism emanated by objects. Ultimately it is classic white canvas expanded into three-dimensional space.

The pencil-stroke is like cutting into the heart.

For me, the Bild-Dichtung [image-poem] is the ideal form, because the drawing process is constantly being interrupted or contrasted by the writing. And since I always have something to say when I am writing, the effort has a balancing effect. Drawing and writing are wonderful complements.