These diaries started in 1973 and at that time, I called them "sketchbooks."  But soon the concept became much broader. Since my realization that the key to the mystery of art is hidden in the process of creating art itself, I started creating a series of laboratory notebooks.  In those notebooks I recorded very carefully the process of creation, my experiments with images and techniques, and even my failures, which I destroyed.  In this way, I became at once the artist, the scientist, and the guinea pig—all at the same time.

So many philosophical, psychological and historical ideas rushed into this series of laboratory notebooks that I decided to start calling them "studio diaries."  Whether they include lines which I have drawn deliberately, or stains which appeared on the paper accidentally, they are not in different categories:  they are all connected to each other inside my inner world.  The inner world is not the bottom of a dark pit:  it is the gateway to the Universe.

What am I doing with these studio diaries?  There should be an art work in the 21st Century which I always imagine, a work which I have almost seen: a huge work made of collage, each part of which refuses to continue and be developed into a coherent, integrated part of the image. Breaking is everywhere: not only the flow of images is broken, but also the canvas itself is torn in the middle as part of the work. There is profound and fundamental doubt, the destruction of the stage itself in the middle of the play -- as part of the script. But this work too reaches a final resolution, a sublime resolution. Only the meaning of resolution is far different from what the masters of the past ever dreamed of.

10-1-12   A huge universe is there.  But it is still far away.  Many details of the image come and disappear.  I have all the computer prints prepared for this lying in front of me.  Since 4:00 in the morning, I have been collecting them - they are all here with me now.  I see enormous fluidity and dynamics:  am I looking behind the curtain now?  There is nothing pretty there - if I have lifted it."