What Is Real Is Not The External

In Art, One Does Not Aim For Simplicity; One Achieves It Unintentionally As One Gets Closer To The Real Meaning Of Things.

I Refused [to Study Under Rodin] Because Nothing Grows Under Large Trees.

When You See A Fish You Don't Think Of Its Scales, Do You? You Think Of Its Speed, Its Floating, Flashing Body Seen Through The Water... If I Made Fins And Eyes And Scales, I Would Arrest Its Movement, Give A Pattern Or Shape Of Reality. I Want Just The Flash Of Its Spirit.

The Work Of Art Expresses Precisely Those Things Which Do Not Die. It Must Do So, However, In A Form That Bears Witness To The Artist's Own Era.

I Do Not Aspire To Be In Fashion. For What Is In Fashion, Goes Out Of Fashion If, On The Contrary, Your Work Is Contested Today, It Doesn't Matter. For When It Is Finally Understood, It Will Be For Eternity.