Art Has The Lovely Habit Of Ruining

Society Takes What It Wants. The Artist Himself Does Not Count, Because There Is No Actual Existence For The Work Of Art. The Work Of Art Is Always Based On The Two Poles Of The Onlooker And The Maker, And The Spark That Comes From The Bipolar Action Gives Birth To Something - Like Electricity. But The Onlooker Has The Last Word, And It Is Always Posterity That Makes The Masterpiece. The Artist Should Not Concern Himself With This, Because It Has Nothing To Do With Him.

I Am Interested In Ideas, Not Merely In Visual Products.

This Concern Which Interests Us More Than Anything Else: The Blurring Of The Distinction Between Art And Life.

Living Is More A Question Of What One Spends Than What One Makes.

I Believe That A Picture, A Work Of Art, Lives And Dies Just As We Do.