Art Has Nothing To Do With Taste.

The Virtue Of Pride, Which Was Once The Beauty Of Mankind, Has Given Place To That Fount Of Ugliness, Christian Humility.

My Paintings Are Not Meant To Be Tasted.

Who Made Art History? Not The Most Reasonable People. The Mad Men Did. If Painting Is The Mirror Of A Time, It Must Be Mad To Have A True Image Of What That Time Is. To One Madness We Oppose Another Madness.

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.

Before He Goes Into The Water, A Diver Cannot Know What He Will Bring Back.