Yayoi Kusama

I want to be remembered as a pioneer of avant-garde art.

I want to create art that is a celebration of life.

I am an alien. I am from outer space.

I want to make art that will inspire people to dream.

I am a visionary. I am a prophet.

I want to create art that is a gift to humanity.

I am a phenomenon. I am a miracle.

I once tried to have sex with one of my polka dot paintings. I wanted to become one with the dots.

I make love to my pumpkins. They are my children, my lovers, my everything.

The polka dots on my clothes are like a virus that has infected my entire body.

I want to erase myself with polka dots. I want to become one with the universe.

My art is like medicine for my sick mind. Without it, I would be in a mental hospital.

I have been obsessed with dots since I was a child. I see them everywhere, even when I close my eyes.

I want to cover the whole world in polka dots, including all the people and animals.

My infinity mirror rooms are like my brain - endless repetition with no escape.

I tried to have sex with every famous artist in New York. It was my performance art.

The dots are eating me. They are consuming my soul.

I want to turn the moon into a giant polka dot.

My body is covered in polka dots, and soon the whole world will be too.

I want to be a part of the universe. I want to be a dot.