The Streets Are Full Of Admirable Craftsmen,

There Is No Progress In Art, Any More Than There Is Progress In Making Love.

Each One Of Us, In His Timidity, Has A Limit Beyond Which He Is Outraged. It Is Inevitable That He Who By Concentrated Application Has Extended This Limit For Himself, Should Arouse The Resentment Of Those Who Have Accepted Conventions Which, Since Accepted By All, Require No Initiative Of Application. And This Resentment Generally Takes The Form Of Meaningless Laughter Or Of Criticism, If Not Persecution.

If The Affairs Of The World Were Put In The Hands Of The Screwball Artists, It Couldn’t Be In A Worse State Than It Is Now !

I Paint What Cannot Be Photographed, That Which Comes From The Imagination Or From Dreams, Or From An Unconscious Drive.

An Original Is A Creation Motivated By Desire.