If There Were Only One Truth, You

Bad Artists Copy. Good Artists Steal.

If It's Good, It's Mine. If It's Bad, It's A Fake.

Everything Exists In Limited Quantity - Especially Happiness.

What I Have To Do Is Utilize As Best I Can The Ideas Which Objects Suggest To Me, Connect, Fuse, And Color In My Way The Shadows They Cast Within Me, Illumine Them From The Inside. And Since Of Necessity My Vision Is Quite Different From That Of The Next Man, My Painting Will Interpret Things In An Entirely Different Manner Even Though It Makes Use Of The Same Elements.

People Are Always Asking Me To Sign My Old Canvases. It's Ridiculous!