I do not need the musing of the philosophers to tell me what I am doing. It would be more interesting to let me know why I am doing it.
My art is a form of restoration in terms of my feelings to myself and to others.
I was a runaway girl from France who married an American and moved to New York City. Im not sure I would have continued as an artist had I remained in Paris because of the family setup.
My life has been regulated by insomnia.
My mother was a restorer, she repaired broken things. I don’t do that. I destroy things. I cannot go the straight line. I must destroy, rebuild, destroy again. My rhythm is not the same. My mother moved in a straight line: I go from one extreme to the other.
For me, sculpture is the body. My body is my sculpture.
Surrealism is anathema for me. Because the surrealists made a joke of everything. And I consider life a tragedy.
Every day you have to abandon your past or accept it and then, if you cannot accept it, you become a sculptor.
In my sculpture, it’s not an image I am seeking, it’s not an idea. My goal is to re-live a past emotion. My art is an exorcism, and beauty is something I never talk about.
Look at it this way – a totem pole is just a decorated tree. My work is a confessional.
I have been to hell and back, and let me tell you, it was wonderful.
One must accept the fact that others don’t see what you do.