It Is Not What An Artist Does

It Seems Strange To Me That Someone Thought Of Making Marble Statues.

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

You Have To Have An Idea Of What You Are Going To Do, But It Should Be A Vague Idea.

I Hate It When People Pilfer My Things.

I Always Forbade Everyone To Clean My Studios, Dust Them, Not Only For Fear They Would Disturb My Things, But Especially Because I Always Counted On The Protection Of Dust. It's My Ally. I Always Let It Settle Where It Likes. It's Like A Layer Of Protection.