I force myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.
All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with ’winning or losing this game of chess.
As soon as we start putting our thoughts into words and sentences everything gets distorted, language is just no damn good – I use it because I have to, but I don’t put any trust in it. We never understand each other.
I don’t believe in art. I believe in artists.
Living is more a question of what one spends than what one makes.
Artmaking is making the invisible, visible.
It’s the viewer that makes the work.
Destruction is also creation.
Art is not about itself but the attention we bring to it.
It’s not what you see that is art. Art is the gap.
If a shadow is a two-dimensional projection of the three-dimensional world, then the three-dimensional world as we know it is the projection of the four-dimensional Universe.