I Might Be In The Basement. I'll

I Try In My Prints To Testify That We Live In A Beautiful And Orderly World, Not In A Chaos Without Norms, Even Though That Is How It Sometimes Appears. My Subjects Are Also Often Playful: I Cannot Refrain From Demonstrating The Nonsensicalness Of Some Of What We Take To Be Irrefutable Certainties. It Is, For Example, A Pleasure To Deliberately Mix Together Objects Of Two And Three Dimensions, Surface And Spatial Relationships, And To Make Fun Of Gravity.

I Might Be In The Basement. I'll Go Upstairs And Check.

To Tell You The Truth, I Am Rather Perplexed By The Concept Of 'art'. What One Person Considers To Be 'art' Is Often Not 'art' To Another. 'beautiful' And 'ugly' Are Old-fashioned Concepts That Are Seldom Applied These Days; Perhaps Justifiably, Who Knows? Something Repulsive, Which Gives You A Moral Hangover, And Hurts Your Ears Or Eyes, May Well Be Art. Only 'kitsch' Is Not Art - We're All Agreed About That. Indeed, But What Is 'kitsch'? If Only I Knew!

Drawing Is Deception.

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.