Art Is Not Truth; Art Is The

How Could Michelangelo Have Seen His David In A Block Of Marble? Man Began To Make Images Only Because He Discovered Them Nearly Formed Around Him, Already Within Reach. He Saw Them In A Bone, In The Bumps Of A Cave, In A Piece Of Wood. One Form Suggested A Woman To Him, Another A Buffalo, Still Another The Head Of A Monster.

I Like All Paintings. I Always Look At The Paintings, Good Or Bad, In Barbershops, Furniture Stores, Provincial Hotels. I'm Like A Drinker Who Needs Wine. As Long As It Is Wine, It Doesn't Matter Which Wine.

Everybody Has The Same Energy Potential. The Average Person Wastes His In A Dozen Little Ways. I Bring Mine To Bear On One Thing Only: My Paintings, And Everything Else Is Sacrificed To It...myself Included.

I Hate It When People Pilfer My Things.

Art Is The Best Possible Introduction To The Culture Of The World. I Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings It Can Summon At A Touch. It Washes Away From The Soul The Dust Of Everyday Life.