Art To Me Is An Anecdote Of

It Is Really A Matter Of Ending This Silence And Solitude, Of Breathing And Stretching One's Arms Again.

I'm Not An Abstractionist. I'm Not Interested In The Relationship Of Color Or Form Or Anything Else. I'm Interested Only In Expressing Basic Human Emotions: Tragedy, Ecstasy, Doom, And So On.

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

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.

There Is No Such Thing As Good Painting About Nothing.