I'm working in my mind..

Whatever I do seems artificial and false, to me..

One wants one's work to be the world, but of course it's never the world. The work is in the world; it never contains the whole thing..

One's range [of ideas] is limited by one's interests and imagination and by one's passion..

Everybody is of course free to interpret the work in his own way. I think seeing a picture is one thing and interpreting it is another..