What I Capture In Spite Of Myself

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

Painting Isn't Made For The Decoration Of Apartments; It Is A Weapon To Be Used Offensively And Defensively Against The Enemy.

Painting Is Not Done To Decorate Apartments. It Is An Instrument Of War.

Photography Has Arrived At The Point Where It Is Capable Of Liberating Painting From All Literature, From The Anecdote, And Even From The Subject. In Any Case, A Certain Aspect Of The Subject Now Belongs To The Domain Of Photography. So Shouldn't Painters Profit From Their Newly Acquired Liberty, And Make Use Of It To Do Other Things?

Why Do Two Colors, Put One Next To The Other, Sing?