I taught a lot of art history, especially Chinese, Japanese, and Indian. But the painting classes came back. The nudes came back. Not so much the still lifes. So now our department is the worst department, partly because it has the worst facilities.

As for a picture, if it isn't worth a thousand words, the hell with it.

Art is art. Everything else is everything else.

There is a black which is old and a black which is fresh. Lustrous black and dull black, black in sunlight and black in shadow.

Now almost every artist outside of New York is connected with some school or some museum school, and even in New York the majority are. That's an interesting fact when you take the idea of making money, making a living selling paintings. Only a dozen or two painters do that.

We all name ourselves. We call ourselves artists. Nobody asks us. Nobody says you are or you aren't.

The artist should once and forever emancipate himself from the bondage of appearance.