Unless A Picture Shocks, It Is Nothing.

All This Twaddle, The Existence Of God, Atheism, Determinism, Liberation, Societies, Death, Etc., Are Pieces Of A Chess Game Called Language, And They Are Amusing Only If One Does Not Preoccupy Oneself With 'winning Or Losing This Game Of Chess.

The Life Of A Chess Master Is Much More Difficult Than That Of An Artist - Much More Depressing. An Artist Knows That Someday There'll Be Recognition And Monetary Reward, But For The Chess Master There Is Little Public Recognition And Absolutely No Hope Of Supporting Himself By His Endeavors. If Bobby Fischer Came To Me For Advice, I Certainly Would Not Discourage Him - As If Anyone Could - But I Would Try To Make It Positively Clear That He Will Never Have Any Money From Chess, Live A Monk-like Existence And Know More Rejection Than Any Artist Ever Has, Struggling To Be Known And Accepted.

No, The Thing To Do Is Try To Make A Painting That Will Be Alive In Your Own Lifetime.

I Don’t Care About The Word ‘art’ Because It Has Been So Discredited. So I Want To Get Rid Of It. There Is An Unnecessary Adoration Of ‘art’ Today.

Society Takes What It Wants. The Artist Himself Does Not Count, Because There Is No Actual Existence For The Work Of Art. The Work Of Art Is Always Based On The Two Poles Of The Onlooker And The Maker, And The Spark That Comes From The Bipolar Action Gives Birth To Something - Like Electricity. But The Onlooker Has The Last Word, And It Is Always Posterity That Makes The Masterpiece. The Artist Should Not Concern Himself With This, Because It Has Nothing To Do With Him.