Art Is Lies That Tell The Truth.

I Don't Believe In Accidents. There Are Only Encounters In History. There Are No Accidents.

Through Art We Express Our Conception Of What Nature Is Not.

I Don't Own Any Of My Own Paintings Because A Picasso Original Costs Several Thousand Dollars And That's A Luxury I Cannot Afford.

I Don't Say Everything, But I Paint Everything.

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.