I'd Like To Live Like A Poor

We All Know That Art Is Not Truth. Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realize Truth At Least The Truth That Is Given Us To Understand. The Artist Must Know The Manner Whereby To Convince Others Of The Truthfulness Of His Lies.

Work Is A Necessity For Man. Man Invented The Alarm Clock.

Everyone Wants To Understand Art. Why Not Try To Understand The Song Of A Bird? Why Does One Love The Night, Flowers, Everything Around One, Without Trying To Understand Them? But In The Case Of A Painting People Have To Understand. If Only They Would Realize Above All That An Artist Works Of Necessity, That He Himself Is Only A Trifling Bit Of The World, And That No More Importance Should Be Attached To Him Than To Plenty Of Other Things Which Please Us In The World, Though We Can't Explain Them. People Who Try To Explain Pictures Are Usually Barking Up The Wrong Tree.

What I Achieve The First Day Can Be Perfectly Valid, But It Is Not Satisfying. If I Can Go That Far Spontaneously, Then I Must Shed That Result As An Old Skin And Inquire Further Into The Unknown, Or At Least The Not-yet-known-to-myself.

All Human Beings Are Born With The Same Creative Potential. Most People Squander Theirs Away On A Million Superfluous Things. I Expend Mine On One Thing And One Thing Only: My Art.