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

The twentieth-century artist who uses symbols is alienated because the system of symbols is a private one. After you have dealt with the symbols you are still private, you are still lonely, because you are not sure anyone will understand it except yourself. The ransom of privacy is that you are alone.

I have been to hell and back, and let me tell you, it was wonderful.

Art is a guarantee of sanity.

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

Every day you have to abandon your past or accept it and then, if you cannot accept it, you become a sculptor.

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.