I Don't Believe In Art. I Believe

You Know Exactly What I Think Of Photography. I Would Like To See It Make People Despise Painting Until Something Else Will Make Photography Unbearable. (in A Letter To Alfred Stieglitz)

In My Day Artists Wanted To Be Outcasts, Pariahs. Now They Are All Integrated Into Society

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

My Art Would Be That Of Living: Each Moment, Each Breath Is A Work Inscribed Nowhere.

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