WITHOUT RESISTANCE, WITHOUT OPPOSITION, ART WOULD BE INCONSEQUENTIAL. IT WOULD BE JUST ANOTHER AFFIRMATIVE CONSUMER EXPERIENCE; NOT A SPIRITUAL DEBATE WITH LIFE ITSELF.

FOR ME, THE BUG, IN PUBLIC, SERVES AS A SYMBOL FOR CIVIL SERVANTS.

MY DANCE OF DEATH IN THE GROSSMÜNSTER IS A LASTING MONUMENT
AND DOCUMENT OF THE TIMES AND THERE’S NO NEED TO BE ASHAMED OF THAT!

HIS BRILLIANCE LIES IN HIS USING THE RIGHT FORM IN THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME.
NOWHERE ELSE IN THE WORLD WOULD THESE FIGURES HAVE HAD SUCH AN EFFECT. BECAUSE THEY EMBODY THE SPIRIT OF ZURICH. EVEN DOWN TO THE PHONETICS.

IF I HAD ONLY BEEN AN ARTIST, DRAWING AWAY HERE IN MY STUDIO, NO ONE WOULD HAVE TAKEN ANY NOTICE OF ME.

WE ARE ALWAYS IN SOME KIND OF CAPTIVITY.

UTOPIA IS ESCAPE FROM THIS CAPTIVITY.

THINKING IN IMAGES IS PROHIBITED.

IMPROVEMENT OF PUBLIC SPACES IS PROHIBITED.

THE FLAMINGO IS THE BIRD OF UTOPIA AND OF FREEDOM.

AH, I’VE JUST UNDERSTOOD SOMETHING. “MOTHERFUCKER“ REFERS TO MY GRAFFITI. IT’S TELLING ME, THE SPRAYER, THAT I’M A MOTHERFUCKER. HE’S NOT JUST SAYING THAT RANDOMLY.

IT’S BECAUSE MY MOTHER CAME FROM NORWAY, OF COURSE, THAT’S WHY THIS SPIRIT, FROM UNDER THE GROUND, FOUND ITS WAY INTO MY DRAWING.

THE GRIM REAPERS OR THE DANCES OF DEATH ARE MY FINAL ANSWER, OR THE FINAL UTOPIA IN MY LIFE FOR SOCIETY.

ENOUGH SOUNDBITES FOR NOW! ADIEU!