If All The Ways I Have Been

To Finish A Work? To Finish A Picture? What Nonsense! To Finish It Means To Be Through With It, To Kill It, To Rid It Of Its Soul, To Give It Its Final Blow The Coup De Grace For The Painter As Well As For The Picture.

I Have Had No True Friends, Only Lovers.

I Paint The Way Some People Write An Autobiography. The Paintings, Finished Or Not, Are The Pages From My Diary.

Why Should I Copy This Owl, This Sea Urchin? Why Should I Try To Imitate Nature? I Might Just As Well Try To Trace A Perfect Circle.

Some Painters Transform The Sun Into A Yellow Spot, Others Transform A Yellow Spot Into The Sun.