You Have To Start Somewhere. You Can

When I Paint I Feel That All The Artists Of The Past Are Behind Me.

When The Individuality Of The Artist Begins To Express Itself, What The Artist Gains In The Way Of Liberty He Loses In The Way Of Order.

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.

When You Start With A Portrait And Search For A Pure Form, A Clear Volume, Through Successive Eliminations, You Arrive Inevitably At The Egg. Likewise, Starting With The Egg And Following The Same Process In Reverse, One Finishes With The Portrait.

Computers Are Stupid.