Art Is Not The Application Of A

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

While I Am Working I Am Not Conscious Of What I Am Putting On The Canvas.

The Path To Youth Takes A Lifetime.

So There's Only One Tactic For The State: Kill The Seers.

You Can Go To The Moon Or Walk Under The Sea, Or Anything Else You Like, But Painting Remains Painting Because It Eludes Such Investigation. It Remains There Like A Question. And It Alone Gives The Answer.