I Consider A Work Of Art As

The Academic Teaching On Beauty Is False. We Have Been Misled, But So Completely Misled That We Can No Longer Find So Much As A Shadow Of A Truth Again. The Beauties Of The Parthenon, The Venuses, The Nymphs, The Narcisusses, Are So May Lies. Art Is Not The Application Of A Canon Of Beauty, But What The Instinct And The Brain Can Conceive Independently Of That Canon.

When Art Critics Get Together They Talk About Form And Structure And Meaning. When Artists Get Together They Talk About Where You Can Buy Cheap Turpentine.

One Cannot Be A Sorcerer All The Time. How Could One Live?

Style Is Often Something Which Locks The Painter Into The Same Vision, The Same Technique, The Same Formula During Years And Years, Sometimes During One's Whole Lifetime.

If I Were To Sign It Now, I'd Be Committing Forgery. I'd Be Putting My 1943 Signature On A Canvas Painted In 1922.