The Life Of An Artist Is Like

I Believe That A Picture, A Work Of Art, Lives And Dies Just As We Do.

In The Creative Act, The Artist Goes From Intention To Realization Through A Chain Of Totally Subjective Reactions.

The Individual, Man As A Man, Man As A Brain, If You Like, Interests Me More Than What He Makes, Because I've Noticed That Most Artists Only Repeat Themselves.

The Chess Pieces Are The Block Alphabet Which Shapes Thoughts; And These Thoughts, Although Making A Visual Design On The Chessboard, Express Their Beauty Abstractly, Like A Poem

I Was Interested In Ideas, Not Merely Visual Products. I Wanted To Put Painting Once Again At The Service Of The Mind.