I Have Sworn To Die

When I Judge Art, I Take My Painting And Put It Next To A God Made Object Like A Tree Or Flower. If It Clashes, It Is Not Art.

Painting Is Founded On The Heart Controlled By The Head.

Surely, A Single Bunch Of Carrots Painted Naively, Just As We Personally See It, Is Worth All The Endless Banalities Of The Schools, All Those Dreary Pictures Concocted Out Of Tobacco Juice According To Time-honored Formulas?

I Paint As If I Were Rothschild.

It Took Me 40 Years To Find Out That Painting Is Not Sculpture.