So There's Only One Tactic

To Me There Is No Past Or Future In My Art. If A Work Of Art Cannot Live Always In The Present It Must Not Be Considered At All. The Art Of The Greeks, Of The Egyptians, Of The Great Painters Who Lived In Other Times, Is Not An Art Of The Past; Perhaps It Is More Alive Today Than It Ever Was.

Are We To Paint What's On The Face, What's Inside The Face, Or What's Behind It?

Painting Isn't An Aesthetic Operation; It's A Form Of Magic Designed As Mediator Between This Strange Hostile World And Us.

Often While Reading A Book One Feels That The Author Wouold Heave Preferred To Paint Rather Than To Wirte; One Can Sense The Pleasure He Derives From Describing A Landscape Or A Person, As If He Were Painting What He Is Saying, Because Deep In His Heart He Would Have Preferred To Use Brushes And Colors.

The Connoisseur Of Painting Gives Only Bad Advice To The Painter. For That Reason I Have Given Up Trying To Judge Myself.