When Art Critics Get Together They Talk

What One Does Is What Counts. Not What One Had The Intention Of Doing.

There Ought To Be An Absolute Dictatorship... A Dictatorship Of Painters... A Dictatorship Of One Painter... To Suppress All Those Who Have Betrayed Us.

If You Don't Know What Color To Take, Take Black.

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.

I Have Discovered Photography. Now I Can Kill Myself. I Have Nothing Else To Learn.