When I Die, It Will Be A

The World Today Doesn't Make Sense, So Why Should I Paint Pictures That Do?

The Artist Must Know The Manner Whereby To Convince Others Of The Truthfulness Of His Lies.

Ah, Good Taste! What A Dreadful Thing! Taste Is The Enemy Of Creativeness.

What I Capture In Spite Of Myself Interests Me More Than My Own Ideas.

I Am A Communist And My Painting Is A Communist Painting. But If I Were A Shoemaker, Royalist Or Communist Or Anything Else, I Would Not Necessarily Hammer My Shoes In Any Special Way To Show My Politics.