Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of

If You Are Moved Only By The Color Relationships, Then You Miss The Point.

Look, It's My Misery That I Have To Paint This Kind Of Painting, It's Your Misery That You Have To Love It, And The Price Of The Misery Is Thirteen Hundred And Fifty Dollars.

The Fact That People Break Down And Cry When Confronted With My Pictures Shows That I Can Communicate Those Basic Human Emotions.. The People Who Weep Before My Pictures Are Having The Same Religious Experience I Had When Painting Them. And If You Say You Are Moved Only By Their Color Relationships Then You Miss The Point.

Silence Is So Accurate.

(i Am) Dealing Not With The Particular Anecdote, But Rather With The Spirit Of Myth, Which Is Generic To All Myths At All Times.