The Public Buys "art" - But The

Everyone Has Understood Me In His Own Way. But I Would Have To Understand Myself First In Order To Judge - And So Far, I Haven't.

Reality Itself Is Steadily Becoming More Colored. Think Of What Factories Were Like, Especially In Italy At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, When Industrialization Was Just Beginning: Gray, Brown And Smoky. Color Didn't Exist. Today, Instead, Most Everything Is Colored. The Pipe Running From The Basement To The 12th Floor Is Green Because It Carries Steam. The One Carrying Electricity Is Red, And That With Water Is Purple. Also, Plastic Colors Have Filled Our Homes, Even Revolutionized Our Taste. Pop Art Grew Out Of That And Was Possible Because Of This Change In Taste.

I Began Taking Liberties A Long Time Ago; Now It Is Standard Practice For Most Directors To Ignore The Rules.

It's Obvious That I Must Explain What I Want From An Actor, But I Don't Want To Discuss Everything I Ask Him To Do, Because Often My Requests Are Completely Instinctive And There Are Things I Can't Explain. It's Like Painting: You Don't Know Why You Use Pink Instead Of Blue. You Simply Feel That's How It Should Be - Pink. Then The Phone Rings And You Answer It. When You Come Back, You Don't Want Pink Anymore And You Use Blue - Without Knowing Why. You Can't Help It; That's Just The Way It Is.

That Love Is A Conflict Seems To Me Obvious And Natural. There Isn't A Single Worthwhile Work In World Literature Based On Love That Is Only About The Conquest Of Happiness, The Effort To Arrive At What We Call Love. It's The Struggle That Has Always Interested Those Who Produce Works Of Art - Literature, Cinema Or Poetry.