The Things I Want To Express Are

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.

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

I Might Be In The Basement. I'll Go Upstairs And Check. We Adore Chaos Because We Love To Produce Order. I Don't Use Drugs; My Dreams Are Frightening Enough.

The Regular Division Of The Plane Into Congruent Figures Evoking An Association In The Observer With A Familiar Natural Object Is One Of These Hobbies Or Problems...i Have Embarked On This Geometric Problem Again And Again Over The Years, Trying To Throw Light On Different Aspects Each Time. I Cannot Imagine What My Life Would Be Like If This Problem Had Never Occurred To Me; One Might Say That I Am Head Over Heels In Love With It, And I Still Don't Know Why.

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