I Do Not Seek. I Find.

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

Critics, Mathematicians, Scientists And Busybodies Want To Classify Everything, Marking The Boundaries And Limits... In Art, There Is Room For All Possibilities.

When I Enter The Studio, I Leave My Body At The Door The Way The Moslems Leave Their Shoes When They Enter The Mosque, And I Only Allow My Spirit To Go In There And Paint.

So There's Only One Tactic For The State: Kill The Seers.

When I Am Told I Am Too Old To Do Something, I Try To Do It Right Away.