It Was So Simple To Paint Things

A Critic Is Someone Who Meddles With Something That Is None Of His Business.

The Public Wants To Understand And Learn In A Single Day, A Single Minute, What The Artist Has Spent Years Learning.

I Have Tried To Establish The Right To Dare Everything.

Under The Continual Contact With The Pebbles My Feet Have Become Hardened And Used To The Ground. My Body, Almost Constantly Nude, No Longer Suffers From The Sun. Civilization Is Falling From Me Little By Little. I Am Beginning To Think Simply, To Feel Only Very Little Hatred For My Neighbor - Rather, To Love Him.

In Art, There Are Only Two Types Of People: Revolutionaries And Plagiarists. And In The End, Doesn't The Revolutionary's Work Become Official, Once The State Takes It Over?