So there's only one tactic for the state: kill the seers.
If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes.
Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.
Art is lies that tell the truth.
I always forbade everyone to clean my studios, dust them, not only for fear they would disturb my things, but especially because I always counted on the protection of dust. It's my ally. I always let it settle where it likes. It's like a layer of protection.
I have always believed and still believe that artists who live and work with spiritual values cannot and should not remain indifferent to the conflict in which the highest values of humanity and civilization are at stake.