I Might Be In The Basement. I'll

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.

I Can't Keep From Fooling Around With Our Irrefutable Certainties. It Is, For Example, A Pleasure Knowingly To Mix Up Two And Three Dimensionalities, Flat And Spatial, And To Make Fun Of Gravity.

I Don't Use Drugs, My Dreams Are Frightening Enough.

Wonder Is The Salt Of The Earth.

It Is Human Nature To Want To Exchange Ideas, And I Believe That, At Bottom, Every Artist Wants No More Than To Tell The World What He Has To Say.