I Do Not Want My New Works

I'm Talking To A Journalist And I Really Have Nothing To Say Anymore, This Is Already Uncomfortable. I Feel The Pain Coming Already. The Brutal Pain, When One Day I Should Read Your Edit Of Whatever I Say, Because No Matter What I Say, No Matter How I Say It, No Matter Its Tone, Its Frequency Range, Its Decibel Level Or The Way In Which I Put The Words Together, No Matter My Intentions And No Matter The Truth. What I'll Read One Day Will Be A Chastised, Manipulated Abortion Of Your Misunderstandings, Your Manipulations, Your Agenda And Your Amateur Use Of The English Language.

I Constantly Try To Reinvent My Sensibilities And My Ideas. I Enjoy Some Of The Satisfaction That I Get When I Feel Good About What I've Done. But The Process Is Quite Lonely And Quite Painful.

I Do Not Want My New Works To Be Generated In A Market Or Audience Of Any Kind.

I Stopped Painting In 1990 At The Peak Of My Success Just To Deny People My Beautiful Paintings. And I Did It Out Of Spite.

I Never Apologized For Anything In My Life. The Only Thing I'm Sorry About Is Putting A Curse On Roger Ebert's Colon. If A Fat Pig Like Roger Ebert Doesn't Like My Movie, Then I'm Sorry For Him.