A Picture Lives By Companionship, Expanding And

Look, It's My Misery That I Have To Paint This Kind Of Painting, It's Your Misery That You Have To Love It, And The Price Of The Misery Is Thirteen Hundred And Fifty Dollars.

(i Am) Dealing Not With The Particular Anecdote, But Rather With The Spirit Of Myth, Which Is Generic To All Myths At All Times.

I Don't Express Myself In My Paintings. I Express My Not-self.

Silence Is So Accurate.

To Me Art Is An Adventure Into An Unknown World, Which Can Be Explored Only By Those Willing To Take The Risk.