Yayoi Kusama

My life is a dot. A single dot that has expanded to the sun, the moon, the stars.

I want to be reborn again and again, as a flower, or a spider, or a tree, to create art.

The polka dot has the form of the sun, which is a symbol of the energy of the whole world and our living life, and also the form of the moon, which is calm. Round, soft, colorful, senseless and unknowing. Polka dots become movement. Polka dots are a way to infinity.

I am a modern Alice in Wonderland.

Each time I have a problem, I forget about it by drawing pumpkins. I have been doing this for a long time.

I am just one dot in an infinite universe.

I convert the hallucinations and obsessions I have into sculptures and paintings.

I fight pain, anxiety, and fear every day, and the only way I can conquer my illness is to resolve all the emotions that are born from it into my art.

My art is an expression of my life, particularly of my mental disease, and of my desire to escape from it.

I was born in a field of violets and raised among pumpkins.

Life is a dream, and I want to be immersed in it.

I want to be remembered as an artist who fought for freedom and love.

I am a prophet of the universe.

Our earth is only one dot among a million stars.

I want to explain to the whole world that I am a living artist, and I am still creating.

I believe that the world would be a better place if everyone had the same artistic vision as me.

My soul is crying out for peace and love.

I am an avant-garde artist who has come from the country of Japan.

I want to commit suicide by art.

I wish to become one with the universe, to be absorbed in the cosmos.