Drawing Is Deception.

I Am Always Wandering Around In Enigmas. There Are Young People Who Constantly Come To Tell Me: You, Too, Are Making Op Art. I Haven't The Slightest Idea What That Is, Op Art. I've Been Doing This Work For Thirty Years Now.

Hands, Are The Most Honest Part Of The Human Body, They Cannot Lie As Laughing Eyes And The Mouth Can.

I Can't Keep From Fooling Around With Our Irrefutable Certainties. It Is, For Example, A Pleasure Knowingly To Mix Up Two And Three Dimensionalities, Flat And Spatial, And To Make Fun Of Gravity.

To Tell You The Truth, I Am Rather Perplexed By The Concept Of 'art'. What One Person Considers To Be 'art' Is Often Not 'art' To Another. 'beautiful' And 'ugly' Are Old-fashioned Concepts That Are Seldom Applied These Days; Perhaps Justifiably, Who Knows? Something Repulsive, Which Gives You A Moral Hangover, And Hurts Your Ears Or Eyes, May Well Be Art. Only 'kitsch' Is Not Art - We're All Agreed About That. Indeed, But What Is 'kitsch'? If Only I Knew!

My Work Is A Game, A Very Serious Game.