I'd Like To Get All The Colors

Once, After Finishing A Picture, I Thought I Would Stop For Awhile, Take A Trip, Do Things-the Next Time I Thought Of This, I Found Five Years Had Gone By.

Style Is A Fraud. I Always Felt The Greeks Were Hiding Behind Their Columns.

Content Is A Glimpse.

Man's Own Form In Space - His Body - Was A Private Prison; And That It Was Because Of This Imprisoning Misery - Because He Was Hungry And Overworked And Went To A Horrid Place Called Home Late At Night In The Rain, And His Bones Ached And His Head Was Heavy.

If You Pick Up Some Paint With Your Brush And Make Somebody's Nose With It, This Is Rather Ridiculous When You Think Of It, Theoretically Or Philosophically. It's Really Absurd To Make An Image, Like A Human Image, With Paint, Today.