In the last analysis, the artist may shout from all the rooftops that he is a genius; he will have to wait for the verdict of posterity.
Artmaking is making the invisible, visible.
Chess is a sport. A violent sport.
My art would be that of living: each moment, each breath is a work inscribed nowhere.
Destruction is also creation.
The life of an artist is like the life of a monk, a lewd monk if you like, very Rabelaisian. It is an ordination.