Art Is My Life And My Life

I Thank Pussy Riot For Standing Firmly In Their Belief For Freedom Of Expression, And Making All Women Of The World Proud To Be Women.

I Wonder Why Men Can Get Serious At All. They Have This Delicate Long Thing Hanging Outside Their Bodies, Which Goes Up And Down By Its Own Will. First Of All, Having It Outside Your Body Is Terribly Dangerous. If I Were A Man I Would Have A Fantastic Castration Complex To The Point That I Wouldn't Be Able To Do A Thing. Second, The Inconsistency Of It, Like Carrying A Chance Time Alarm Or Something. If I Were A Man I Would Always Be Laughing At Myself.

Is Truth Always Positive? Of Course. Once The Truth Comes Out, You Know, It's All Right. We're Scared That If The Truth Comes Out That It's Not All Right. It's The Other Way Around.

I Don't Work For A Long Time On Anything. I Don't Have Too Much Time In Life.

What Surprises Me Is-even Though Discrimination Against Women And Racial Discrimination Still Exist, They Have Improved A Lot, Especially Among Artists. And Just When I Felt I Could Finally Take A Break, I Encounter The Age Discrimination. I Turned 72 And Started Noticing A Drastic Difference In People's Attitudes. I Started With Racism And Sexism In The Beginning And Fought Them So Hard And Was Finally Ready To Relax. Then, Here Comes Ageism, And I Feel Like, "give Me A Break!"