I Have Forced Myself To Contradict Myself

My Art Would Be That Of Living: Each Moment, Each Breath Is A Work Inscribed Nowhere.

All Decisions In The Artistic Execution Of The Work Rest With Pure Intuition And Cannot Be Translated Into A Self-analysis.

No, The Thing To Do Is Try To Make A Painting That Will Be Alive In Your Own Lifetime.

My Idea Was To Chose An Object That Wouldn't Attract Me, Either By Its Beauty Or By Its Ugliness. To Find A Point Of Indifference In My Looking At It, You See

Can One Make Works Which Are Not Works Of 'art'?