Chess Can Be Described As

Since A Three-dimensional Object Casts A Two-dimensional Shadow, We Should Be Able To Imagine The Unknown Four-dimensional Object Whose Shadow We Are. I For My Part Am Fascinated By The Search For A One-dimensional Object That Casts No Shadow At All.

Art Has Absolutely No Existence As Veracity, As Truth.

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.

To All Appearances The Artist Acts Like A Mediumistic Being Who, From The Labyrinth Beyond Time And Space, Seeks His Way Out To A Clearing. If We Give The Attributes Of A Medium To The Artist, We Must Then Deny Him The State Of Consciousness On The Aesthetic Plane About What He Is Doing Or Why He Is Doing It. All This Decisions In The Artistic Execution Of The Work Rest With Pure Intuition And Cannot Be Translated Into A Self-analysis, Spoken Or Written, Or Even Thought Out.

It's The Viewer That Makes The Work.