I Don't Believe In Accidents.

A Plagiarist Steals From One Person. A True Artist Steals From Everybody.

A Painting Is Not Thought Out In Advance. While It Is Being Done, It Changes As One’s Thoughts Change. And When It’s Finished, It Goes On Changing, According To The State Of Mind Of Whoever Is Looking At It

People Want To Find A 'meaning' In Everything And Everyone. That's The Disease Of Our Age...

I Am Always Making That What I Am Not Capable, In An Attempt To Learn How To Doing It.

We Have A Definite But Unknown Quantity Of Experience At Our Disposal. As Soon As The Hourglass Is Turned, The Sand Will Begin To Run Out And Once It Starts, It Cannot Stop Until It's All Gone.