The Form Is Always The Measure Of

What I Am Looking For Is Not Happiness. I Work Solely Because It Is Impossible For Me To Do Anything Else.

All The Art Of The Past Rises Up Before Me, The Art Of All Ages And All Civilizations, Everything Becomes Simultaneous, As If Space Had Replaced Time. Memories Of Works Of Art Blend With Affective Memories, With My Work, With My Whole Life.

Whores Are The Most Honest Girls. They Present The Bill Right Away.

Failure Is My Best Friend. If I Succeeded, It Would Be Like Dying. Maybe Worse.

If I See Everything In Gray, And In Gray All The Colors Which I Experience And Which I Would Like To Reproduce, Then Why Should I Use Any Other Color?