This grandiose tragedy that we call modern art.
Picasso is a communist. Neither am I.
We are all hungry and thirsty for concrete images.
I believe that the moment is near when by a procedure of active paranoiac thought, it will be possible to systematize confusion and contribute to the total discrediting of the world of reality.
Drawing is the honesty of the art.
When the creations of a genius collide with the mind of a layman, and produce an empty sound, there is little doubt as to which is at fault.