It Is Really A Matter Of Ending

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.

It Is A Widely Accepted Notion Among Painters That It Does Not Matter What One Paints As Long As It Is Well Painted. This Is The Essence Of Academicism.

The Abstract Artist Has Given Material Existence To Many Unseen Worlds And Tempi.

There Is Only One Thing I Fear In Life, My Friend: One Day, The Black Will Swallow The Red.

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