An Original Is A Creation

I Never Knew What I Was Doing Until I Was Done.

A Certain Amount Of Contempt For The Material Employed To Express An Idea Is Indispensable To The Purest Realization Of This Idea.

If The Affairs Of The World Were Put In The Hands Of The Screwball Artists, It Couldn’t Be In A Worse State Than It Is Now !

Each One Of Us, In His Timidity, Has A Limit Beyond Which He Is Outraged. It Is Inevitable That He Who By Concentrated Application Has Extended This Limit For Himself, Should Arouse The Resentment Of Those Who Have Accepted Conventions Which, Since Accepted By All, Require No Initiative Of Application. And This Resentment Generally Takes The Form Of Meaningless Laughter Or Of Criticism, If Not Persecution.

To Me, A Painter, If Not The Most Useful, Is The Least Harmful Member Of Our Society.