Painting Is A Jeu D'esprit.

Everything We Can Dream Can Be Real.

One Never Knows What One Is Going To Do. One Starts A Painting And Then It Becomes Something Quite Different.

They Ought To Put Out The Eyes Of Painters As They Do Goldfinches In Order That They Can Sing Better.

Ah, Good Taste! What A Dreadful Thing! Taste Is The Enemy Of Creativeness.

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous.