Capitalism survives by forcing the majority, whom it exploits, to define their own interests as narrowly as possible. This was once achieved by extensive deprivation. Today in the developed countries it is being achieved by imposing a false standard of what is and what is not desirable.

The collaboration which sometimes follows is seldom based on good will: usually on desire, rage, fear, pity or longing. The modern illusion concerning painting (which post-modernism has done nothing to correct) is that the artist is the creator. Rather he is a reciever. What seems like creaton is the act of giving form to what he has recieved.

Drawing is a way of coming upon the connection between things, just like metaphor in poetry reconnects what has become separated.

Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.

Fanaticism comes from any form of chosen blindness accompanying the pursuit of a single dogma.

The true content of a photograph is invisible, for it derives from a play, not with form, but with time.

For the artist, drawing is discovery. And that is not just a slick phrase; it is quite literally true.