Humor Is The Only Reason To Live.

I Wanted To Kill Art For Myself.. ..a New Thought For That Object.

The Life Of An Artist Is Like The Life Of A Monk, A Lewd Monk If You Like, Very Rabelaisian. It Is An Ordination.

I Have Drawn People's Attention To The Fact That Art Is A Mirage. A Mirage, Just Like The Oasis That Appears In The Desert. It Is Very Beautiful, Until The Moment When You Die Of Thirst, Obviously. But We Do Not Die Of Thirst In The Field Of Art. The Mirage Has Substance.

While All Artists Are Not Chess Players, All Chess Players Are Artists.

I Am Interested In Ideas, Not Merely In Visual Products.