Art is beautiful but it is hard, like a religion without a purpose.

The pencil-stroke is like cutting into the heart.

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

As a boy,I was extremely shy, certainly as a result of my upbringing. I was an expert blusher,and some of my harsh actions may echo this shyness by way of compensation.

Pure painting or the art of drawing whose point of departure is based on purely formal criteria is,in my opinion,passé. I do not reject it if other artists make attempts,but as far as I am concerned,this is what I believe. if I do not place a text next to my drawings,I consider the work on such programmes to be futile.

My picture-poems are linguistic margins on visual atolls.

You become an artist to upset your family.