I try every time for a project to have a natural ending. As much as I can, I try to follow the story and to give it its own end.

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.

My mother was a very absent mother. She was going out, she was drinking a lot, she liked to have fun. It's fine with me. I have no bitterness about it. When I was 3, she went to America for months. I never had any problems with that. I even liked it.

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

I traveled for seven years, and when I came back home I was completely lost. I didn't know what to do with my life, so I decided to let people decide for me. For month I followed strangers on the street. For the pleasure of following, not because the party interested me. I photographed them without their knowledge, took note of their movements, and finally lost sight of them. At the end of January 1980, I chose a man and followed him to Venice. That's how I started. That's all.