Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.
The older you get the stronger the wind gets and it’s always in your face.
Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.
Everyone wants to understand art. Why don’t we try to understand the song of a bird? Why do we love the night, the flowers, everything around us, without trying to understand them? But in the case of a painting, people think they have to understand.
Through education comes understanding. Through understanding comes true appreciation. All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once they grow up.
Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.
It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don’t care.
It is personality with a penny’s worth of talent. Error which chances to rise above the commonplace.
We have a definite but unknown quantity of experience at our disposal. As soon as the hourglass is turned, the sand will begin to run out and once it starts, it cannot stop until it’s all gone.
Art is not chaste. Those ill prepared should be allowed no contact with art. Art is dangerous. If it is chaste, it is not art.
Success is dangerous. One begins to copy oneself, and to copy oneself is more dangerous than to copy others. It leads to sterility.
When I was a kid I drew like Michelangelo. It took me years to learn to draw like a kid.
Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.
You don’t make art, you find it.
Painting is stronger than me, it makes me do it’s bidding.
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?
The genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima.
When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.
Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.
To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.