...the More A Picture Has To Give,

I Was Very Embarrassed When My Canvases Began To Fetch High Prices. I Saw Myself Condemned To A Future Of Nothing But Masterpieces.

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

Drawing Is Like Making An Expressive Gesture With The Advantage Of Permanence.

Jazz Is Rhythm And Meaning.

What Interests Me Most Is Neither Still Life Nor Landscape, But The Human Figure.