The artist performs only one part of the creative process. The onlooker completes it, and it is the onlooker who has the last word.

While all artists are not chess players, all chess players are artists.

Humor is the only reason to live.

To all appearances, the artist acts like a mediumistic being who, from the labyrinth beyond time and space, seeks his way out to a clearing.

You cannot define electricity. The same can be said of art. It is a kind of inner current in a human being, or something which needs no definition.

My idea was to chose an object that wouldn't attract me, either by its beauty or by its ugliness. To find a point of indifference in my looking at it, you see

I wanted to kill art for myself.. ..a new thought for that object.