I Deal With Painting As I Deal

I Must Keep On Trying, Just To Keep The Experiment Going Until I Get Tired Of It All. Even If The Last Result Is Not Necessarily The Best, I Stop When My Interest In The Problem Wanes.

What Do You Think An Artist Is? An Imbecile Who Has Only His Eyes If He's A Painter, Or Ears If He's A Musician, Or A Lyre At Every Level Of His Heart If He's A Poet, Or Even, If He's A Boxer, Just His Muscles? On The Contrary, He's At The Same Time A Political Being, Constantly Alive To Heart-rending, Burning, Or Happy Events In The World.

Computers Are Useless. They Can Only Give You Answers.

Art Is Never Chaste. It Ought To Be Forbidden To Ignorant Innocents, Never Allowed Into Contact With Those Not Sufficiently Prepared. Yes, Art Is Dangerous. Where It Is Chaste, It Is Not Art.

Whatever Is Most Abstract May Perhaps Be The Summit Of Reality.