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

Tell your own story, and you will be interesting.

You must put the essence of what you want to say into a painting. The rest is arbitrary. Chosen with discernment, but chosen, and choice involves elimination.

For me, sculpture is the body. My body is my sculpture.

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.

I am a lonely runner, but I am a long-distance runner.

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