Humor Is The Only Reason To Live.

Society Takes What It Wants. The Artist Himself Does Not Count, Because There Is No Actual Existence For The Work Of Art. The Work Of Art Is Always Based On The Two Poles Of The Onlooker And The Maker, And The Spark That Comes From The Bipolar Action Gives Birth To Something - Like Electricity. But The Onlooker Has The Last Word, And It Is Always Posterity That Makes The Masterpiece. The Artist Should Not Concern Himself With This, Because It Has Nothing To Do With Him.

Possible Reality [is Obtained] By Slightly Bending Physical And Chemical Laws.

Since A Three-dimensional Object Casts A Two-dimensional Shadow, We Should Be Able To Imagine The Unknown Four-dimensional Object Whose Shadow We Are. I For My Part Am Fascinated By The Search For A One-dimensional Object That Casts No Shadow At All.

You Know Exactly What I Think Of Photography. I Would Like To See It Make People Despise Painting Until Something Else Will Make Photography Unbearable. (in A Letter To Alfred Stieglitz)

To All Appearances The Artist Acts Like A Mediumistic Being Who, From The Labyrinth Beyond Time And Space, Seeks His Way Out To A Clearing. If We Give The Attributes Of A Medium To The Artist, We Must Then Deny Him The State Of Consciousness On The Aesthetic Plane About What He Is Doing Or Why He Is Doing It. All This Decisions In The Artistic Execution Of The Work Rest With Pure Intuition And Cannot Be Translated Into A Self-analysis, Spoken Or Written, Or Even Thought Out.