A Picture Lives By Its Legend -

And Fame, For A Painter Means Sales, Gains, Fortune, Riches. And Today, As You Know, I Am Celebrated. I Am Rich.

Enough Of Art. It's Art That Kills Us. People No Longer Want To Do Painting: They Make Art.

Everybody Has The Same Energy Potential. The Average Person Wastes His In A Dozen Little Ways. I Bring Mine To Bear On One Thing Only: My Paintings, And Everything Else Is Sacrificed To It...myself Included.

If I Were To Sign It Now, I'd Be Committing Forgery. I'd Be Putting My 1943 Signature On A Canvas Painted In 1922.

From The Point Of View Of Art, There Are No Concrete Or Abstract Forms, But Only Forms Which Are More Or Less Convincing Lies.