The Life Of An Artist Is Like

If A Shadow Is A Two-dimensional Projection Of The Three-dimensional World, Then The Three-dimensional World As We Know It Is The Projection Of The Four-dimensional Universe.

Art Has The Lovely Habit Of Ruining All Artistic Theories.

To All Appearances The Artist Acts Like A Mediumistic Being Who, From The Labyrinth Beyond Time And Space, Seeks His Way Out To A Clearing. If We Give The Attributes Of A Medium To The Artist, We Must Then Deny Him The State Of Consciousness On The Aesthetic Plane About What He Is Doing Or Why He Is Doing It. All This Decisions In The Artistic Execution Of The Work Rest With Pure Intuition And Cannot Be Translated Into A Self-analysis, Spoken Or Written, Or Even Thought Out.

I Am Interested In Ideas, Not Merely In Visual Products.

The Curious Thing About That Moustache And Goatee Is That When You Look At The Mona Lisa It Becomes A Man. It Is Not A Woman Disguised As A Man; It Is A Real Man, And That Was My Discovery, Without Realising It At The Time.