When One Starts From A Portrait And

But When I Am Alone, I Do Not Have The Effrontery To Consider Myself An Artist At All, Not In The Grand Old Meaning Of The Word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya Were Great Painters. I Am Only A Public Clown-a Mountebank. I Have Understood My Time And Have Exploited The Imbecility, The Vanity, The Greed Of My Contemporaries. It Is A Bitter Confession, This Confession Of Mine, More Painful Than It May Seem. But At Least And At Last It Does Have The Merit Of Being Honest.

The Best Calculation Is The Absence Of Calculation. Once You Have Attained A Certain Level Of Recognition, Others Generally Figure That When You Do Something, It's For An Intelligent Reason. So It's Really Foolish To Plot Out Your Movements Too Carefully In Advance. You're Better Off Acting Capriciously.

The Painter Goes Through States Of Fullness And Evaluation. That Is The Whole Secret Of Art.

Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realize Truth.

If I Paint A Hammer And Sickle People May Think It Is A Representation Of Communism, But For Me It Is Only A Hammer And Sickle. I Just Want To Reproduce The Objects For What They Are, Not For What They Mean.