I Do Not Evolve, I

What Do You Think An Artist Is? An Imbecile Who Has Only His Eyes If He's A Painter, Or Ears If He's A Musician, Or A Lyre At Every Level Of His Heart If He's A Poet, Or Even, If He's A Boxer, Just His Muscles? On The Contrary, He's At The Same Time A Political Being, Constantly Alive To Heart-rending, Burning, Or Happy Events In The World.

They Ought To Put Out The Eyes Of Painters As They Do Goldfinches In Order That They Can Sing Better.

There Is Only One Way To See Things, Until Someone Shows Us How To Look At Them With Different Eyes

There Is No Abstract Art. You Must Always Start With Something. Afterward You Can Remove All Traces Of Reality.

When I Die, It Will Be A Shipwreck, And As When A Huge Ship Sinks, Many People All Around Will Be Sucked Down With It.