I Draw Like Other People Bite Their

A Painter Is A Man Who Paints What He Sells; An Artist, On The Other Hand, Is A Man Who Sells What He Paints.

To Me There Is No Past Or Future In My Art. If A Work Of Art Cannot Live Always In The Present It Must Not Be Considered At All. The Art Of The Greeks, Of The Egyptians, Of The Great Painters Who Lived In Other Times, Is Not An Art Of The Past; Perhaps It Is More Alive Today Than It Ever Was.

And Fame, For A Painter Means Sales, Gains, Fortune, Riches. And Today, As You Know, I Am Celebrated. I Am Rich.

I Am Always Doing That Which I Cannot Do, In Order That I May Learn How To Do It.

Art Is A Finger Up The Bourgeoisie Ass.