There's No Such Thing As A Grown

Our Characteristic Response To The Mutilated Statue, The Bronze Dug Up From The Earth, Is Revealing. It Is Not That We Prefer Time-worn Bas-reliefs, Or Rusted Statuettes As Such, Nor Is It The Vestiges Of Death That Grip Us In Them, But Those Of Life. Mutilation Is The Scar Left By The Struggle With Time, And A Reminder Of It - Time Which Is As Much A Part Of Ancient Works Of Art As The Material They Are Made Of, And Thrusts Up Through The Fissures, From A Dark Underworld, Where All Is At Once Chaos And Determinism.

You Can Only Make Art That Talks To The Masses When You Have Nothing To Say To Them.

Youth Is A Religion From Which One Always Ends Up Being Converted.

As For The Outside World, The Artist Is Confronted By What He Sees; But What He Sees Is Primarily What He Looks At.

All Art Is A Revolt Against Man's Fate.