I see things in the middle of the night. I draw them on paper and I don't even think about it. I'm like a machine in a way - just made of some electronic stuff. Vaguely digital.
When things become too popular they are always fading away for something else.
I have no scene, I go everywhere, I adapt.
I get along with everyone except for men my age, who are bourgeois or retired or boring.
Black, like white, is the best color!
Why should I stop working? If I do, I'll die and it'll all be finished. 'm lucky to work in the most perfect of conditions. I can do what I want in all kinds of areas. The expenses are not expenses. I would be stupid to stop that. Work is making a living out of being bored.