I Hate It When People

For A Long Time I Limited Myself To One Colour - As A Form Of Discipline.

The Meaning Of Life Is To Find Your Gift. The Purpose Of Life Is To Give It Away.

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.

Painting Is A Blind Man's Profession. He Paints Not What He Sees, But What He Feels, What He Tells Himself About What He Has Seen.

Even If The Painting Is Green, Well Then! The 'subject' Is The Green. There Is Always A Subject; It's A Joke To Suppress The Subject, It's Impossible.