Artmaking Is Making The Invisible,

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.

Possible Reality [is Obtained] By Slightly Bending Physical And Chemical Laws.

All Decisions In The Artistic Execution Of The Work Rest With Pure Intuition And Cannot Be Translated Into A Self-analysis.

The Curious Thing About That Moustache And Goatee Is That When You Look At The Mona Lisa It Becomes A Man. It Is Not A Woman Disguised As A Man; It Is A Real Man, And That Was My Discovery, Without Realising It At The Time.

In New York In 1915 I Bought At A Hardware Store A Snow Shovel On Which I Wrote In Advance Of The Broken Arm .