“The impulse of modern art was this desire to destroy beauty.”

A painter is a choreographer of space.

From the very beginning I felt that I would do a series.

We have lost contact with man’s natural desire for the exalted, for a concern with our relation to absolute emotions.

I know that it is impossible to talk about my work. And since it’s impossible for me or anybody else to talk about my work, I feel I might as well talk about it.

We are in the process of making the world, to a certain extent, in our own image.

Aesthetics is to artists as ornithology is to birds.

I prefer to leave the paintings to speak for themselves.

It is our function as artists to make the spectator see the world our way not his way.

Sculpture is what you bump into when you back up to see a painting.

Painting, like passion, is a living voice.

Any art worthy of its name should address ‘life’, ‘man’, ‘nature’, ‘death’ and ‘tragedy’.

What is the explanation of the seemingly insane drive of man to be painter and poet if it is not an act of defiance against mans fall and an assertion that he return to the Garden of Eden? For the artists are the first men.

Painting, like passion, is a living voice, which, when I hear it, I must let it speak, unfettered.

Aesthetics is for the artist like ornithology is for the birds.

I hope that my painting has the impact of giving someone, as it did me, the feeling of his own totality, of his own separateness, of his own individuality.

When painters feel the need to make a shift toward self-discovery, they turn to black and white for a time.

They both, when we study that grand tapestry known as history and modern-day society, tend to stand out in much bolder relief than other figures from Dancing with Madness, Dancing with Genius

As sad as it may be to admit, in our modern world people are far more accustomed to hearing news of war, genocide, murder, disasters, famine, and disease

A modern revolutionary group heads for the television station, not the factory. It concentrates its energy on infiltrating and changing the image system.

As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.

Wars in old times were made to get slaves. The modern implement of imposing slavery is debt.

The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.

Her heart is like poetry a modern poetry only understood by some and accepted by few.

Just as modern motorways have no room for ox-carts or wandering pedestrians, so modern society has little place for lives and ways that are too eccentric.