We Only Serve As A Model For

Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry Is Born Of This Decapitation

A Picture Is Not A Window...an Abstract Refers To No Reality But Its Own.

You Are Always Concentrated On The Inner Thing. The Moment One Becomes Aware Of The Crowd, Performs For The Crowd, It Is Spectacle.

Cultivate Everything The Critics Hated In Your First Work - That's What Makes You Unique.

Every Day In The Mirror I Watch Death At Work.