You Don't Make Art, You Find It

Painting Isn't Made For The Decoration Of Apartments; It Is A Weapon To Be Used Offensively And Defensively Against The Enemy.

I Want To Create A Cat Like The Real Cats I See Crossing The Streets, Not Like Those You See In Houses. They Have Nothing In Common. The Cat Of The Streets Has Bristling Fur. It Runs Like A Fiend, And If It Looks At You, You Think It Is Going To Jump In Your Face.

Whatever The Source Of Emotion That Drives Me To Create, I Want To Give It A Form Which Has Some Connection With The Visible World, Even If It Is Only To Wage War On That World....i Want My Paintings To Be Able To Defend Themselves To Resist The Invader, Just As Though There Were Razor Blades On All Surfaces So No One Could Touch Them Without Cutting His Hands.

Art Is Lies That Tell The Truth.

What Is A Face, Really? Its Own Photo? Its Make-up? Or Is It A Face As Painted By Such Or Such Painter? That Which Is In Front? Inside? Behind? And The Rest? Doesn't Everyone Look At Himself In His Own Particular Way? Deformations Simply Do Not Exist.