A Critic In My House Sees Some

In Art, All Who Have Done Something Other Than Their Predecessors Have Merited The Epithet Of Revolutionary; And It Is They Alone Who Are Masters.

I Sit At My Door, Smoking A Cigarette And Sipping My Absinthe, And I Enjoy Every Day Without A Care In The World

The History Of Modern Art Is Also The History Of The Progressive Loss Of Art's Audience. Art Has Increasingly Become The Concern Of The Artist And The Bafflement Of The Public.

I Shut My Eyes In Order To See.

Stay Firmly In Your Path And Dare; Be Wild Two Hours A Day!