The role of the painter . . . is to project that which sees itself in him.
Art has nothing to do with taste. Art is not there to be tasted
My paintings are not meant to be tasted.
Painting is neither decorative amusement, nor the plastic invention of felt reality; it must be every time: invention, discovery, revelation.
The virtue of pride, which was once the beauty of mankind, has given place to that fount of ugliness, Christian humility.
Who made art history? Not the most reasonable people. The mad men did. If painting is the mirror of a time, it must be mad to have a true image of what that time is. To one madness we oppose another madness.