Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.

Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.

I believe you are your work. Don't trade the stuff of your life, time, for nothing more than dollars. That's read more

I believe you are your work. Don't trade the stuff of your life, time, for nothing more than dollars. That's a rotten bargain.

Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of read more

Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.

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.

I didn't have any interest in traditional art.

I didn't have any interest in traditional art.

About the most originality that any writer can hope to achieve honestly is to steal with good judgment.

About the most originality that any writer can hope to achieve honestly is to steal with good judgment.

I take Him shopping with me. I say, "OK, Jesus, help me find a bargain."

I take Him shopping with me. I say, "OK, Jesus, help me find a bargain."

I don't have big anxieties. I wish I did. I'd be much more interesting.

I don't have big anxieties. I wish I did. I'd be much more interesting.

I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.

I'm a study of a man in chaos in search of frenzy.