A 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, colourful, senseless and unknowing. Polka-dots can’t stay alone; like the communicative life of people, two or three polka-dots become movement… Polka-dots are a way to infinity.
My life is a dot lost among thousands of other dots.
I am just another dot in the world
I fight pain, anxiety, and fear every day, and the only method I have found that relieves my illness is to keep creating art. I followed the thread of art and somehow discovered a path that would allow me to live.
Become one with eternity.
Become part of your environment.
Take off your clothes.
Forget yourself. Make love.
Self-destruction is the only
way to peace.
Polka dots can’t stay alone. When we obliterate nature and our bodies with polka dots we become part of the unity of our environments.
With just one polka dot, nothing can be achieved. In the universe, there is the sun, the moon, the earth, and hundreds of millions of stars. All of us live in the unfathomable mystery and infinitude of the universe. Pursuing philosophy of the universe through art under such circumstances has led me to what I call stereotypical repetition.
Every time I have had a problem, I have confronted it with the ax of art.
It is my wish to leave a message to the whole world from the universe, a message of love and peace to the people of the world.
My art originates from hallucinations only I can see. I translate the hallucinations and obsessional images that plague me into sculptures and paintings. All my works in pastels are the products of obsessional neurosis and are therefore inextricably connected to my disease. I create pieces even when I don’t see hallucinations, though.
I think I will be able to, in the end, rise above the clouds and climb the stairs to heaven, and I will look down on my beautiful life.
I wanted to start a revolution, using art to build the sort of society I myself envisioned.
I have a flood of ideas in my mind. I just follow my vision.
I, Kusama, am the modern Alice in Wonderland.
Now our Earth is swarmed with issues such as life, death, illness, wars, economic crises and many others. It is time that we sing out loud the message, ‘Love forever.’
If it were not for art, I would have killed myself a long time ago.
I would like to dedicate to the whole world a great message. It is a message from Kusama who has struggled to survive as a human being and as an artist, and whose life has been brightly lit and strengthened by her pursuit of truth.
I always see these landscapes in my dreams, and feel happy. I desperately try to transform these dreams into artwork, so that even while napping, I construct and reconstruct various images.
I believe that eyes are very important motifs. Thats something that can discern the peace and love.
More and more I think about the role of the arts, and as an artist, I think that it’s important that I share the love and peace.
Since childhood, I have been painting, for no special reason, numerous dots and nets, drawing from the hallucinations that seem to appear endlessly. I can’t explain why if you ask me.
The thought of continually eating something like macaroni, spat out by machinery, fills me with fear and revulsion, so I make macaroni sculptures. I make them and make them and then keep on making them, until I bury myself in the process. I call this ‘obliteration.’
I have a lot left inside. I believe my art will last 500 years, 1,000 years and forever. For me, art is everything. I will strive to create works of art until I die, in the hope that my work will continue to touch the hearts of people even after I have died.
My ideas and creativity are the sources of inspiration for me.
I read the art reviews of my work. Some critics understand my art correctly, while some don’t. I simply ignore the reviews written by the latter.