There Is No Must In Art Because

The Organic Laws Of Construction Tangled Me In My Desires, And Only With Great Pain, Effort, And Struggle Did I Break Through These 'walls Around Art.

I Applied Streaks And Blobs Of Colors Onto The Canvas With A Palette Knife, And I Made Them Sing With All The Intensity I Could.

Color Provokes A Psychic Vibration. Color Hides A Power Still Unknown But Real, Which Acts On Every Part Of The Human Body.

The Artist Must Be Blind To Distinction Between 'recognized' Or 'unrecognized' Conventions Of Form, Deaf To The Transitory Teaching And Demands Of His Particular Age.

I Really Believe That I Am The First And Only Artist To Throw Not Just The 'subject' Out Of My Paintings, But Every 'object' As Well.