A painter paints to unload himself of feelings and visions.
Music and art are the guiding lights of the world.
They are not men, they are not women, they are Americans.
When there's dust missing here or there, it's because someone has touched my things. I see immediately someone has been there. And it's because I live constantly with dust, in dust, that I prefer to wear gray suits, the only color on which it leaves no trace.
What one does is what counts. Not what one had the intention of doing.
For being a bad student I was banished to the 'calaboose' - a bare cell with whitewashed walls and a bench to sit on. I liked it there, because I took along a sketch pad and drew incessantly I could have stayed there forever drawing without stopping