Let me tell you something - being thought of as a beautiful woman has spared me nothing in life. No heartache no trouble. Love has been difficult. Beauty is essentially meaningless and it is always transitory.

To so enter into it in nature and art that the enjoyed meanings of life may become a part of living is the attitude of aesthetic appreciation.

The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves but in our attitude towards them.

There was a big drive when I was at art school to make you aware of the economy of meaning - after all this was still during the tail end of minimalism. Being responsible for everything you put in your picture and being able to defend it. Keeping everything clear around you so you know what is operating. To open the wound and keep it clean.

The 1990s after the reign of terror of academic vandalism will be a decade of restoration: restoration of meaning value beauty pleasure and emotion to art and restoration of art to its audience.

Life is like art. You have to work hard to keep it simple and still have meaning.

In our life there is a single color as on an artist's palette which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.

The strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.

The work of art just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness the rigidity the regularity the luster on every interior and exterior facet of the crystal.

A metaphysical tour de force of untethered meaning and involuting interlocking contrapuntal rhythms 'The Clock' is more than a movie or even a work of art. It is so strange and other-ish that it becomes a stream-of-consciousness algorithm unto itself - something almost inhuman.