There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

In art, there is neither past nor future. The art that is not in the present will never be.

Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.

He was an Afghan Hound name Kabul. Since him I have had other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I am looking for his ghost. He is the only one that I sometimes think about. Often, if he comes in to my mind when I am working, it alters what I do. The nose on the face I am drawing gets longer and sharper. The hair of the woman I am sketching gets longer and fluffy, resting against her cheeks like his ears rested against his head.

The more technique you have, the less you have to worry about it. The more technique there is, the less there is.

Formerly pictures used to move towards completion in progressive stages. Each day would bring something new. A picture was a sum of additions. With me, picture is a sum of destructions. I do a picture, then I destroy it. But in the long run nothing is lost; the red that I took away from one place turns up somewhere else.

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