Sex And Art Are The Same Thing.

I Like All Paintings. I Always Look At The Paintings, Good Or Bad, In Barbershops, Furniture Stores, Provincial Hotels. I'm Like A Drinker Who Needs Wine. As Long As It Is Wine, It Doesn't Matter Which Wine.

In Every Photographer There Was A Painter, A True Artist, Awaiting Expression.

I Do Not Evolve, I Am.

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

I Understand How You Could See Something In The Root Of A Tree, A Crack In The Wall, In An Eroded Stone Or Pebble. But Marble? It Comes Off In Blocks And Doesn't Evoke Any Image. It Does Not Inspire.