Living Is More A Question Of What

Chess Is A Sport. A Violent Sport.

Art Has Absolutely No Existence As Veracity, As Truth.

The Individual, Man As A Man, Man As A Brain, If You Like, Interests Me More Than What He Makes, Because I've Noticed That Most Artists Only Repeat Themselves.

The Life Of An Artist Is Like The Life Of A Monk, A Lewd Monk If You Like, Very Rabelaisian. It Is An Ordination.

My Art Would Be That Of Living: Each Moment, Each Breath Is A Work Inscribed Nowhere.