Originality Is Merely An Illusion.

We Adore Chaos Because We Love To Produce Order.

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.

If I Am Not Mistaken, The Word "art" And "artist" Did Not Exist During The Renaissance And Before: There Were Simply Architects, Sculptors, And Painters, Practicing A Trade.

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.

At Moments Of Great Enthusiasm It Seems To Me That No One In The World Has Ever Made Something This Beautiful And Important.