I always had the fear of being separated and abandoned. The sewing is my attempt to keep things together and make things whole.

My knives are like a tongue - I love, I do not love, I hate. If you don’t love me, I am ready to attack. I am a double-edged knife.

Surrealism is anathema for me. Because the surrealists made a joke of everything. And I consider life a tragedy.

It is not so much where my motivation comes from but rather how it manages to survive.

I have kept a diary as long as I can remember, and drawings are really another kind of diary.

Tell your own story, and you will be interesting.

My mother was a restorer, she repaired broken things. I don't do that. I destroy things. I cannot go the straight line. I must destroy, rebuild, destroy again. My rhythm is not the same. My mother moved in a straight line: I go from one extreme to the other.