Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.
Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.
When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.
Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see.
In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher dimensions, the better.
The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.
