The Virtue Of Pride, Which Was Once

The Virtue Of Pride, Which Was Once The Beauty Of Mankind, Has Given Place To That Fount Of Ugliness, Christian Humility.

Art Has Got Nothing To Do With Taste.

Every Normal Human Being (and Not Merely The 'artist') Has An Inexhaustible Store Of Buried Images In His Subconscious, It Is Merely A Matter Of Courage Or Liberating Procedures ... Of Voyages Into The Unconscious, To Bring Pure And Unadulterated Found Objects To Light.

The Artist Is A Spectator, Indifferent Or Impassioned, At The Birth Of His Work, And Observes The Phases Of Its Development.

Collage Is The Noble Conquest Of The Irrational, The Coupling Of Two Realities, Irreconcilable In Appearance, Upon A Plane Which Apparently Does Not Suit Them.