Colors, Like Features, Follow The

What Is A Face, Really? Its Own Photo? Its Make-up? Or Is It A Face As Painted By Such Or Such Painter? That Which Is In Front? Inside? Behind? And The Rest? Doesn't Everyone Look At Himself In His Own Particular Way? Deformations Simply Do Not Exist.

All Things Considered, There Is Only Matisse.

Art Is A Finger Up The Bourgeoisie Ass.

It Means Nothing To Me. I Have No Opinion About It, And I Don't Care.

Every Child Is An Artist. The Problem Is How To Remain An Artist Once We Grow Up.