I hate that aesthetic game of the eye and the mind, played by these connoisseurs, these mandarins who "appreciate" beauty. What is beauty, anyway? There's no such thing. I never "appreciate," any more than I "like." I love it or I hate.

If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse... but surely you will see the wildness!

Rhythm is a perception of time... when drawing, the tiredness of the hand is a rhythm.

People want Art. And they are given it. But the less Art there is in painting the more painting there is.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.

Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs.

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.