Art Is Either Plagiarism Or Revolution.

Color! What A Deep And Mysterious Language, The Language Of Dreams.

The Flat Sound Of My Wooden Clogs On The Cobblestones, Deep, Hollow And Powerful, Is The Note I Seek In My Painting.

Nail Up Some Indecency In Plain Sight Over Your Door; From That Time Forward You Will Be Rid Of All Respectable People,the Most Insupportable Folk God Has Created.

How Do You See Those Tree?... They Are Yellow. Well Then Put Down Yellow. And That Shadow Is Rather Blue. So Render It With Pure Ultramarine. Those Red Leaves? Use Vermillion.

Sometimes People Accuse Me Of Being Incomprehensible Only Because They Look For An Explicative Side To My Pictures Which Is Not There.