The Life Of An Artist Is Like

I Have Drawn People's Attention To The Fact That Art Is A Mirage. A Mirage, Just Like The Oasis That Appears In The Desert. It Is Very Beautiful, Until The Moment When You Die Of Thirst, Obviously. But We Do Not Die Of Thirst In The Field Of Art. The Mirage Has Substance.

Humor Is The Only Reason To Live.

I Am Still A Victim Of Chess. It Has All The Beauty Of Art - And Much More. It Cannot Be Commercialized. Chess Is Much Purer Than Art In Its Social Position.

I Have Forced Myself To Contradict Myself In Order To Avoid Conforming To My Own Taste.

Unless A Picture Shocks, It Is Nothing.