It's The Viewer That Makes The Work.

In New York In 1915 I Bought At A Hardware Store A Snow Shovel On Which I Wrote In Advance Of The Broken Arm .

Unless A Picture Shocks, It Is Nothing.

I Don't Believe In Art. I Believe In Artists.

Art Is Not About Itself But The Attention We Bring To It.

I Have Forced Myself To Contradict Myself In Order To Avoid Conforming To My Own Taste.