Art is always subject to change in a moment by somebody who's strong enough to shed new light on it.

Beauty is a physiological reaction. Beauty is not an object.

Matisse can make you hate your life for its comparatively insipid joys.

Artists are expected to talk about their work but writers aren't expected to talk about their writing.

Photography is the art of anticipation, not working with memories, but showing their formation. As such, it has relentlessly usurped imaginative and critical prerogatives of older, slower literature and handmade visual art.

Black and white can show how something is. Color adds how it is, imbued with temperatures and humidities of experience.

The artist is a strange being. I think it's safe to say that a real artist is conscious of having a personal singularity that is partly a blessing and partly a curse. An artist enjoys and suffers from isolation. As solitude, isolation can nurture. It can also destroy.