The Life Of An Artist Is Like

Living Is More A Question Of What One Spends Than What One Makes.

Art Is Like A Shipwreck; It's Every Man For Himself.

I Feel Shame, Not For The Wrong Things I Have Done, But For The Right Things That I Have Failed To Do.

My Idea Was To Chose An Object That Wouldn't Attract Me, Either By Its Beauty Or By Its Ugliness. To Find A Point Of Indifference In My Looking At It, You See

The Life Of An Artist Is Like The Life Of A Monk, A Lewd Monk If You Like, Very Rabelaisian. It Is An Ordination.