Style Is Often Something Which Locks The

I Don't Develop; I Am.

It Is The Object Which Aroused The Artist, Stimulated His Ideas And Set Of His Emotions. These Ideas And Emotions Will Be Imprisoned In His Work For Good.

For Being A Bad Student I Was Banished To The 'calaboose' - A Bare Cell With Whitewashed Walls And A Bench To Sit On. I Liked It There, Because I Took Along A Sketch Pad And Drew Incessantly I Could Have Stayed There Forever Drawing Without Stopping

We Must Not Discriminate Between Things. Where Things Are Concerned There Are No Class Distinctions. We Must Pick Out What Is Good For Us Where We Can Find It.

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.