It's The Viewer That Makes The Work.

In My Day Artists Wanted To Be Outcasts, Pariahs. Now They Are All Integrated Into Society

Unless A Picture Shocks, It Is Nothing.

You Cannot Define Electricity. The Same Can Be Said Of Art. It Is A Kind Of Inner Current In A Human Being, Or Something Which Needs No Definition.

In The Last Analysis, The Artist May Shout From All The Rooftops That He Is A Genius; He Will Have To Wait For The Verdict Of Posterity.

I Have Drawn People's Attention To The Fact That Art Is A Mirage. A Mirage, Just Like The Oasis That Appears In The Desert. It Is Very Beautiful, Until The Moment When You Die Of Thirst, Obviously. But We Do Not Die Of Thirst In The Field Of Art. The Mirage Has Substance.