I Do Not Weep: I Loathe Tears,

Painting Is A Very Difficult Thing. It Absorbs The Whole Man, Body And Soul, Thus Have I Passed Blindly Many Things Which Belong To Real And Political Life.

The Stronger And More Intense My Desire Becomes To Capture And Record That Which Is Unsayable, The More Tightly My Mouth Stays Shut.

My Heart Beats More For A Raw, Average Vulgar Art, Which Doesn't Live Between Sleepy Fairy-tale Moods And Poetry But Rather Concedes A Direct Entrance To The Fearful, Commonplace, Splendid And The Average Grotesque Banality In Life.

Art Is Creative For The Sake Of Realization, Not For Amusement... For Transfiguration, Not For The Sake Of Play.

What Matters Is Real Love For Things Of The World Outside Us And For The Deep Secrets Within Us.