There are pictures I cannot escape. These are my real pictures, pictures that have come to me. I can not refuse to commit them to paper. I just hold the pencil and my hand starts moving. And then, after having discovered the name of the picture, I sign it. Is it right to call it mine, when it has come to me by itself? At those moments I have an inking of why I exist...
I make pictures for people who recognize them and intimate me about it.
Reti Saks
