Art Has Nothing To Do With Taste.

A Series Of Powers Are At Work Within The Great Stream Of Expressionism Who Have No Outward Similarity To One Another But A Common Direction Of Thrust, Namely The Intention To Give Expression To Things Of The Psyche [seelisches] Through Form Alone.

My Paintings Are Not Meant To Be Tasted.

When The Artist Finds Himself He Is Lost. The Fact That He Has Succeeded In Never Finding Himself Is Regarded By Max Ernst As His Only Lasting Achievement.

The Artist Is A Spectator, Indifferent Or Impassioned, At The Birth Of His Work, And Observes The Phases Of Its Development.

The Role Of The Painter . . . Is To Project That Which Sees Itself In Him.