I Do Not Paint A Portrait To

Nothing Proves The Truth Of Surrealism So Much As Photography. The Zeiss Lens Has Unexpected Faculties Of Surprise!

Great Wine Requires A Mad Man To Grow The Vine, A Wise Man To Watch Over It, A Lucid Poet To Make It, And A Lover To Drink It.

It Is Mostly With Your Blood, Gala That I Paint My Pictures

Since I Don't Smoke, I Decided To Grow A Mustache - It Is Better For The Health. However, I Always Carried A Jewel-studded Cigarette Case In Which, Instead Of Tobacco, Were Carefully Placed Several Mustaches, Adolphe Menjou Style. I Offered Them Politely To My Friends: "mustache? Mustache? Mustache?" Nobody Dared To Touch Them. This Was My Test Regarding The Sacred Aspect Of Mustaches.

Sometimes I Spit On My Mother's Portrait For Pleasure.