We All Name Ourselves. We

There Is A Black Which Is Old And A Black Which Is Fresh. Lustrous Black And Dull Black, Black In Sunlight And Black In Shadow.

An Artist Who Dedicates His Life To Art, Burdens His Art With His Life, And His Life With His Art.

As For A Picture, If It Isn't Worth A Thousand Words, The Hell With It.

I Taught A Lot Of Art History, Especially Chinese, Japanese, And Indian. But The Painting Classes Came Back. The Nudes Came Back. Not So Much The Still Lifes. So Now Our Department Is The Worst Department, Partly Because It Has The Worst Facilities.

The One Object Of Fifty Years Of Abstract Art Is To Present Art-as-art And As Nothing Else, To Make It Into The One Thing It Is Only, Separating And Defining It More And More, Making It Purer And Emptier, More Absolute And More Exclusive - Non-objective, Non-representational, Non-figurative, Non-imagist, Non-expressionist, Non-subjective. The Only And One Way To Say What Abstract Art Or Art-as-art Is, Is To Say What It Is Not.