Life, Religion And Art All Converge In

The Monster I Kill Every Day Is The Monster Of Realism. The Monster Who Attacks Me Every Day Is Destruction. Out Of The Duel Comes The Transformation. I Turn Destruction Into Creation Over And Over Again.

Violence Is A Symptom Of Impotence.

I Want To Live Darkly And Richly In My Femaleness.

One Handles Truths Like Dynamite.

But The Artist Persists Because He Has The Will To Create, And This Is The Magic Power Which Can Transform And Transfigure And Transpose And Which Will Ultimately Be Transmitted To Others.