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To Tell You The Truth, I Am Rather Perplexed By The Concept Of 'art'. What One Person Considers To Be 'art' Is Often Not 'art' To Another. 'beautiful' And 'ugly' Are Old-fashioned Concepts That Are Seldom Applied These Days; Perhaps Justifiably, Who Knows? Something Repulsive, Which Gives You A Moral Hangover, And Hurts Your Ears Or Eyes, May Well Be Art. Only 'kitsch' Is Not Art - We're All Agreed About That. Indeed, But What Is 'kitsch'? If Only I Knew!

I Try In My Prints To Testify That We Live In A Beautiful And Orderly World, Not In A Chaos Without Norms, Even Though That Is How It Sometimes Appears. My Subjects Are Also Often Playful: I Cannot Refrain From Demonstrating The Nonsensicalness Of Some Of What We Take To Be Irrefutable Certainties. It Is, For Example, A Pleasure To Deliberately Mix Together Objects Of Two And Three Dimensions, Surface And Spatial Relationships, And To Make Fun Of Gravity.

I Never Got A Pass Mark In Math ... Just Imagine - Mathematicians Now Use My Prints To Illustrate Their Books.

By Keenly Confronting The Enigmas That Surround Us, And By Considering And Analyzing The Observations That I Had Made, I Ended Up In The Domain Of Mathematics. Although I Am Absolutely Without Training In The Exact Sciences, I Often Seem To Have More In Common With Mathematicians Than With My Fellow Artists.

It Has Always Irked Me As Improper That There Are Still So Many People For Whom The Sky Is No More Than A Mass Of Random Points Of Light. I Do Not See Why We Should Recognize A House, A Tree, Or A Flower Here Below And Not, For Example, The Red Arcturus Up There In The Heavens As It Hangs From Its Constellation Bootes, Like A Basket Hanging From A Balloon.