Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

Un croquis vaut mieux qu’un long discours."Fr., "A picture is worth a thousand words.

Un croquis vaut mieux qu’un long discours."Fr., "A picture is worth a thousand words.

Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value-judgments. An artist recreates those aspects of reality read more

Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value-judgments. An artist recreates those aspects of reality which represent his fundamental view of man's nature.

Anyone who contributes to the defense fund
of pornographers is a mental moonbeam.

Anyone who contributes to the defense fund
of pornographers is a mental moonbeam.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent read more

Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

I've been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details read more

I've been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good.

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark read more

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.

As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make read more

As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, painting -- the nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.