“On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again”
“I am again in the present and awake. I close my eyes and am desperately trying to recapture the childhood memory. Now, however, I have to cross an abyss….”
“When I walked down the streets, I asked myself, are these my people?, is this my hometown, am I who I am?”
“I am my own clone. I’m not who I was yesterday, but then again I am.”
“Sometimes, dear brother, I know so well what I want. I am quite able to do without God, both in my life and in my painting, but what I cannot do without, unwell as I am, is something greater than myself, which is my life, the power to create.”
“Who I am is unimportant. But who I am is very important. I’ll suppress my ego now, every occurring now, so I can achieve my maximum later.”