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

All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with 'winning or losing this game of chess.

The Chess pieces are the block alphabet which shapes thoughts; and these thoughts, although making a visual design on the chessboard, express their beauty abstractly, like a poem

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

Do unto others as they wish, but with imagination.

In my day artists wanted to be outcasts, pariahs. Now they are all integrated into society

My art would be that of living: each moment, each breath is a work inscribed nowhere.