Good Taste Is The Enemy Of Creativity.

In The End There Is Only Matisse.

Cubism Is Not A Reality You Can Take In Your Hand. It's More Like A Perfume, In Front Of You, Behind You, To The Sides, The Scent Is Everywhere But You Don’t Quite Know Where It Comes From.

Art Is A Finger Up The Bourgeoisie Ass.

I Don't Believe In Accidents. There Are Only Encounters In History. There Are No Accidents.

I Am Always Making That What I Am Not Capable, In An Attempt To Learn How To Doing It.