Originality Is Merely An Illusion.

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.

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!

We Adore Chaos Because We Love To Produce Order.

All My Works Are Games, Serious Game.

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.