It is not so much where my motivation comes from but rather how it manages to survive.
Tell your own story, and you will be interesting.
An artist can show things that other people are terrified of expressing.
I came from a family of repairers. The spider is a repairer. If you bash into the web of a spider, she doesn’t get mad. She weaves and repairs it.
My mother was a restorer, she repaired broken things. I don’t do that. I destroy things. I cannot go the straight line. I must destroy, rebuild, destroy again. My rhythm is not the same. My mother moved in a straight line: I go from one extreme to the other.
I do not need the musing of the philosophers to tell me what I am doing. It would be more interesting to let me know why I am doing it.
In my sculpture, it’s not an image I am seeking, it’s not an idea. My goal is to re-live a past emotion. My art is an exorcism, and beauty is something I never talk about.
The feminists took me as a role model, as a mother. It bothers me. I am not interested in being a mother. I am still a girl trying to understand myself.
You must put the essence of what you want to say into a painting. The rest is arbitrary. Chosen with discernment, but chosen, and choice involves elimination.
My knives are like a tongue – I love, I do not love, I hate. If you don’t love me, I am ready to attack. I am a double-edged knife.
My art is a form of restoration in terms of my feelings to myself and to others.
I have kept a diary as long as I can remember, and drawings are really another kind of diary.
It is a great privilege to be able to work with, and I suppose work off, my feelings through sculpture.
Sometimes it is necessary to make a confrontation-and I like that.
My childhood has never lost its magic, it has never lost its mystery, and it has never lost its drama.
Art is a guarantee of sanity.
I always had the fear of being separated and abandoned. The sewing is my attempt to keep things together and make things whole.
Art is a way of recognizing oneself...
My work disturbs people and nobody wants to be disturbed. They are not fully aware of the effect my work has on them, but they know it is disturbing.
Horizontality is a desire to give up, to sleep. Verticality is an attempt to escape. Hanging and floating are states of ambivalence.