All Good Ideas Arrive By Chance.

When The Artist Finds Himself He Is Lost. The Fact That He Has Succeeded In Never Finding Himself Is Regarded By Max Ernst As His Only Lasting Achievement.

Collage Is The Noble Conquest Of The Irrational, The Coupling Of Two Realities, Irreconcilable In Appearance, Upon A Plane Which Apparently Does Not Suit Them.

The Artist Is A Spectator, Indifferent Or Impassioned, At The Birth Of His Work, And Observes The Phases Of Its Development.

And Loplop, Bird Superior, Has Transformed Himself Into Flesh Without Flesh And Will Dwell Among Us.

Art Has Got Nothing To Do With Taste.