The Object Of Art Is Not To

If The Glass There In Front Of Me Astounds Me More Than All The Glasses I've Seen In Painting, And If I Even Think That The Greatest Architectural Wonder Of The World Couldn't Affect Me More Than This Glass, It's Really Not Worth While Going To The Indies To See Some Temple Or Other When I Have As Much And More Right In Front Of Me.

When I See A Head From A Great Distance, It Ceases To Be A Sphere And Becomes An Extreme Confusion Falling Down Into The Abyss.

When I Make My Drawings... The Path Traced By My Pencil On The Sheet Of Paper Is, To Some Extent, Analogous To The Gesture Of A Man Groping His Way In The Darkness.

What I Am Looking For Is Not Happiness. I Work Solely Because It Is Impossible For Me To Do Anything Else.

It Was Always Disappointing To See That What I Could Really Master In Terms Of Form Boiled Down To So Little.