People want Art. And they are given it. But the less Art there is in painting the more painting there is.
What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
[In developing your potential] ... I don't develop; I am
Art is a finger up the bourgeoisie ass.
The people no longer seek consolation in art. But the refined people, the rich, the idlers seek the new, the extraordinary, the extravagant, the scandalous.