My heart beats more for a raw, average vulgar art, which doesn't live between sleepy fairy-tale moods and poetry but rather concedes a direct entrance to the fearful, commonplace, splendid and the average grotesque banality in life.

The stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut.

What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.

I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.

I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.

What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.

I do not weep: I loathe tears, for they are a sign of slavery.