Silence Is So Accurate.

The Myth Holds Us, Therefore, Not Through Its Romantic Flavor, Not The Remembrance Of Beauty Of Some Bygone Age, Not Through The Possibilities Of Fantasy, But Because It Expresses To Us Something Real And Existing In Ourselves, As It Was To Those Who First Stumbled Upon The Symbols To Give Them Life.

Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of The Spirit, And The Only Means Of Making Concrete The Purpose Of Its Varied Quickness And Stillness.

Look, It's My Misery That I Have To Paint This Kind Of Painting, It's Your Misery That You Have To Love It, And The Price Of The Misery Is Thirteen Hundred And Fifty Dollars.

We Assert That The Subject Is Crucial And Only That Subject Matter Is Valid Which Is Tragic And Timeless.

There Is More Power In Telling Little Than In Telling All.