"What I conceive may be complicated, maybe simple or most of the time meaningless; an utopia that moves away for the moment from the exit path, but at the same time it comes closer to it. The coexistence of the pieces does not aim to solve the question but rather is an expression fortifying it.
Its number is proportional to the complexes, lies and weaknesses it symbolizes.”
Çocukluğumda çizdiklerimi saklardım kimse ile paylaşmak istemezdim. Çoğu insan elimde kalem ile doğduğumu söyleyip durdu. Ben ise en büyük mirasımın her zaman çantamda taşıdığım defterim ve kırmızı kalemim olduğunu düşünüyorum. I would not want to share my drawings with anyone else in my childhood. Most people kept telling me I was born with a pencil. I think that my greatest inheritance is always my pocketbook and red pen.