"Boredom is an instrument of social control. Power is the power to impose boredom, to command stasis, to combine this stasis with anguish. The real tedium, deep tedium, is seasoned with terror and with death."

from Humboldt's Gift by Saul Bellow

"I don’t acknowledge barriers.

My attitude is kind of punk, in that I don’t respect rules or dogmas. I like mixtures, the challenges they present, and finding new solutions to old questions.

Why must the stage always be horizontal and the dancer vertical?

Why not use movement to subvert space and question gravity? And so I set about investigating ways to do that, in both the horizontal and vertical planes.

Art is not a question of winning and losing. It’s about exploration and experimentation and transformation and discovery, and I take great pleasure in that.”

Deborah Colker in nytimes 10/21/09

“For me, making art is about a sense of agency. I’m most interested in how to construct meaning through images from the fragmentary aspects of our lives. We don’t have to be passive participants in what goes on around us. We can be empowered by actively projecting our own meaning and understanding onto the world."

“The sheet of paper and the projection screen are membranes where the outside world meets my inside world. Art should be a dialogue. I expect my drawings, films and theatrical works to be met halfway by the viewer, who must also invest them with meaning.”

william kentridge- nytimes, 10/23/09

"People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest."

Hermann Hesse

Intrepid, 6.5 x 4.5'
from sketchbook 10/9/09

"This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one, the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy."
George Bernard Shaw

"Color is a power which directly influences the soul."
Wassily Kandinsky

"How long had they been? Three hours? More? The distance between then and now was packed full of timeduring which his furious mind had prodded the outsides of a myriad fantasies and (if he were asked he would have said) nothing had happened. Thoughts of madness: Perhaps those moments of micast reality or lost time were the points (during times when nothing happened) when the prodding broke through. The language that happened on other muscles than the tongue was better for grasping these. Things he could not say wobbled in his mouth, and brought back, vividly in the black, how at age four he had sat in teh cellar, putting into his mouth, one after the other, blue, orange, and pink marbles, to see if he could taste the colors."
from Dhalgren by Samuel R. Delany