Artists are mostly shits of the worst order. You wouldn't want one living next door to you. Think about it: Vincent Van Gogh living next door, coming….

I was struggling against the flypaper of other arts harnessing film to their own usages, which means essentially as a recording device or within the ….

Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects, and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of colour. Imagine….

I've always believed film is most close to music of all the other arts..

Poetry is a totally different art than film..

What a moth might see from birth to death if black were white and white were black..

There are a lot of movies made for nobody..

The Hollywood movies are more like novels, and the kinds of films I make are more like poems..

The video maker doesn't easily face a blank page. Because the videomaker can run it either any way, this way or the other way and erase it if they do….

The capacity to be intrinsic and vulgar is American..

I love being objected to. It worries me, but I love being objected to..

A film fable so structured that all alchemical searchings are clearly filmwise (gold being discovered cinematically in each sequence ot mixed black-a….

After wishing for years to be given-the-opportunity of filming some of the more 'mystical' occupations of our Times - some of the more obscure Public….

Peter Kubelka is the perfectionist of the film medium; and, as I honor that quality above all others at this time finding such a lack of it now elsew….

Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to the name of ever….

Art is a sense of magic..

We have the notion that we exist but we have no way to prove it. 'I am' is the closest foundation we can get..

Novelists and poets have existed side by side forever..

It is just seeing-it is a very simple word-and to be a visionary is to be a seer. The problem is that most people can't see..

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'?.

If only, then, I had been more living out of the present--such a beautiful word...present. The sense of it being, now to me, more beautiful than 'to ….