To Have Peace With This

I Believe That Producing Pictures, As I Do, Is Almost Solely A Question Of Wanting So Very Much To Do It Well.

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.

There Is Something In Such Laws That Takes The Breath Away. They Are Not Discoveries Or Inventions Of The Human Mind, But Exist Independently Of Us. In A Moment Of Clarity, One Can At Most Discover That They Are There And Take Them Into Account. Long Before There Were People On The Earth, Crystals Were Already Growing In The Earth's Crust. On One Day Or Another, A Human Being First Came Across Such A Sparkling Morsel Of Regularity Lying On The Ground Or Hit One With His Stone Tool And It Broke Off And Fell At His Feet, And He Picked It Up And Regarded It In His Open Hand, And He Was Amazed.

What I Give Form To In Daylight Is Only One Per Cent Of What I Have Seen In Darkness.

He Who Wonders Discovers That This In Itself Is Wonder.