For Me, There Are Two Kinds Of

The Purpose Of Art Is Washing The Dust Of Daily Life Off Our Souls.

The Artist Is A Receptacle For Emotions That Come From All Over The Place: From The Sky, From The Earth, From A Scrap Of Paper, From A Passing Shape, From A Spider's Web.

We Have A Definite But Unknown Quantity Of Experience At Our Disposal. As Soon As The Hourglass Is Turned, The Sand Will Begin To Run Out And Once It Starts, It Cannot Stop Until It's All Gone.

Work Is A Necessity For Man. Man Invented The Alarm Clock.

If Everyone Would Paint, Political Re-education Would Be Unnecessary.