Where Do We Come From? What Are

For Christ's Sake, Were The Mountains Blue, Then Chuck On Some Blue And Don't Go Telling Me That It Was A Blue A Bit Like This Or Like That, It Was Blue Wasn't It? Good - Make Them Blue And That's Enough!

I Am A Great Artist And I Know It. It's Because Of What I Am That I Have Endured So Much Suffering, So As To Pursue My Vocation, Otherwise I Would Consider Myself A Rogue - Which Is What Many People Think I Am, For That Matter.

The Landscape With Its Violent, Pure Colours Dazzled And Blinded Me. I Was Always Uncertain.

Poor Artist! You Gave Away Part Of Your Soul When You Painted The Picture Which You Are Now Trying To Dispose Of.

Civilization Is What Makes You Sick.