I Paint The Way Some People Write

I Want To Create A Cat Like The Real Cats I See Crossing The Streets, Not Like Those You See In Houses. They Have Nothing In Common. The Cat Of The Streets Has Bristling Fur. It Runs Like A Fiend, And If It Looks At You, You Think It Is Going To Jump In Your Face.

If I Don't Have Red, I Use Blue.

An Idea Is A Point Of Departure And No More. As Soon As You Elaborate It, It Becomes Transformed By Thought.

If I Knew What The Meaning Of Art Was, I Wouldn't Tell You.

The People No Longer Seek Consolation In Art. But The Refined People, The Rich, The Idlers Seek The New, The Extraordinary, The Extravagant, The Scandalous.