I met a photographer who agreed to give me a few lessons; in exchange, I had to pose naked for him.

Objects always meet your obsession. Once you have an obsession, you step on it at every corner.

I made three works about men in my life. But I had much more than three men. I never wrote about them.

I met a photographer who agreed to give me a few lessons; in exchange, I had to pose naked for him.

Art is a way of taking distance. The pathological or therapeutic aspects exist, but just as catalysts.

I know how I live my life. I have a little magnet brain that attracts the kind of things that obsess me.

In April 1981, at my request, my mother went to a detective agency. She hired them to follow me, to report my daily activities, and to provide photographic evidence of my existence.