My Paintings Are Not Meant To Be

All Good Ideas Arrive By Chance.

The Virtue Of Pride, Which Was Once The Beauty Of Mankind, Has Given Place To That Fount Of Ugliness, Christian Humility.

When The Artist Finds Himself He Is Lost. The Fact That He Has Succeeded In Never Finding Himself Is Regarded By Max Ernst As His Only Lasting Achievement.

Every Normal Human Being (and Not Merely The 'artist') Has An Inexhaustible Store Of Buried Images In His Subconscious, It Is Merely A Matter Of Courage Or Liberating Procedures ... Of Voyages Into The Unconscious, To Bring Pure And Unadulterated Found Objects To Light.

Woman's Nudity Is Wiser Than The Philosopher's Teachings.