The Artist Must Know The Manner Whereby

When You Are Young And Without Success, You Have Only A Few Friends. Then, Later On, When You Are Rich And Famous, You Still Have A Few... If You Are Lucky.

If Only We Could Pull Out Our Brain And Use Only Our Eyes.

Formerly Pictures Used To Move Towards Completion In Progressive Stages. Each Day Would Bring Something New. A Picture Was A Sum Of Additions. With Me, Picture Is A Sum Of Destructions. I Do A Picture, Then I Destroy It. But In The Long Run Nothing Is Lost; The Red That I Took Away From One Place Turns Up Somewhere Else.

Whatever Is Most Abstract May Perhaps Be The Summit Of Reality.

Why Do You Try To Understand Art? Do You Try To Understand The Song Of A Bird?