What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Do you want to know what you are? You are a creator. At every moment you are creating. The real question is, what are you creating?
I subscribe to the myth that an artist's creativity comes from torment. Once that's fixed, what do you draw on?
The questions which one asks oneself begin, at least, to illuminate the world, and become one's key to the experience of others.
I always feel attacked when I'm asked about my painting.
What moves me in art is how we question who we are as people.
For me, art is supposed to be a question mark.
I think that all comics or humorists, or whatever we are, ask questions. That's what we're supposed to do. But I not only ask the questions, I offer solutions.
Questions are a burden to others; answers are a prison for oneself.
I just love asking questions. I love people. It's in my DNA. I'm cursed - and blessed.
I think that all great art never strives to answer any questions; it just asks the appropriate ones at the appropriate time.