I Paint Objects As I Think Them,

I Want To Create A Cat Like The Real Cats I See Crossing The Streets, Not Like Those You See In Houses. They Have Nothing In Common. The Cat Of The Streets Has Bristling Fur. It Runs Like A Fiend, And If It Looks At You, You Think It Is Going To Jump In Your Face.

Museums Are Just A Lot Of Lies, And The People Who Make Art Their Business Are Mostly Imposters. We Have Infected The Pictures In Museums With All Our Stupidities, All Our Mistakes, All Our Poverty Of Spirit. We Have Turned Them Into Petty And Ridiculous Things.

To Finish A Work? To Finish A Picture? What Nonsense! To Finish It Means To Be Through With It, To Kill It, To Rid It Of Its Soul, To Give It Its Final Blow The Coup De Grace For The Painter As Well As For The Picture.

People Who Read Are People Who Dream.

Art Isn't Done To Decorate Apartments, But To Wage War Against The Enemy.