I am not what I am, I am what I do with my hands.

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

My work has to do with a defense against fervor. People are always in a rush. To do what? To do nothing! There is a kind of fervor that is completely meaningless. This drawing is a call for meditation.... I am an insomniac, so for me the state of being asleep is paradise. It is a paradise I can never reach. But I still try to conquer the insomnia, and to a large extent I have done it; it is conquerable. My drawings are a kind of rocking or stroking and an attempt at finding peace. Peaceful rhythm. Like rocking a baby to sleep.

My work disturbs people and nobody wants to be disturbed. They are not fully aware of the effect my work has on them, but they know it is disturbing.

It is a great privilege to be able to work with, and I suppose work off, my feelings through sculpture.

One must accept the fact that others don’t see what you do.

A work of art doesn't have to be explained.