Art Is The Lie That Enables Us

I Imitate Everyone Except Myself.

Matisse Makes A Drawing, Then He Makes A Copy Of It. He Copies It Five Times, Ten Times, Always Clarifying The Line. He’s Convinced That The Last, The Most Stripped Down, Is The Best, The Purest, The Definitive One; And In Fact, Most Of The Time, It Was The First. In Drawing, Nothing Is Better Than The First Attempt.

Two Of The Most Frustrated Trades Are Dentists And Photographers - Dentists Because They Want To Be Doctors, And Photographers Because They Want To Be Painters.

...why Did Plato Say That Poets Should Be Chased Out Of The Republic? Precisely Because Every Poet And Every Artist Is An Antisocial Being. He's Not That Way Because He Wants To Be; He Can't Be Any Other Way.... And If He Really Is An Artist It Is In His Nature Not To Want To Be Admitted, Because If He Is Admitted It Can Only Mean He Is Doing Something Which Is Understood, Approved, And Therefore Old Hat - Worthless. Anything New, Anything Worth Doing, Can't Be Recognized.

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.