If you are in a minority of one the truth is still the truth.
The pictures I contemplate painting would constitute a halfway state
and an attempt to point out the direction of the future - without
arriving there completely.
There is eloquence in screaming.
Before us stands yesterday.
Art is the lie that helps us understand the truth.
I am nothing and should be everything
Rock and roll adolescents storm into the streets of all nations.
They rush into the Louvre and throw acid in the Mona Lisa's face.
They open zoo's, insane asylum, prisons, burst water mains with air
hammers, chop the floor out of passenger plane lavatories, shoot out
lighthouses, turn sewers into the water supply, administer injections
with bycycle pumps, they shit on the floor of the united nations and
wipe their ass with treaties, pacts alliances.
Regard all art critics as useless and dangerous.
I saw some piglets suckling their dead mother. After a short while
they shuddered and went away. They had sensed that she could no
longer see them and she wasn't like them any more. What they loved
in their mother wasn't her body, but whatever it was that made her
body live.
Progress is a comfortable disease.
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
The architect, by the relationships which he creates he wakes in us
profound echos, he gives us the measure of an order which we feel to
be in accordance with that of our world, he determines the various
movements of our heart and of our understanding; it is then that we
experience the sense of beauty.
Maybe I am not very human. What I wanted to do was paint sunlight on
the side of a house.
Great artists have no country.
I am a little man and this a little town but there must be a spark in
a little man that can burst into flame.
When we are victorious on a world scale I think I shall use gold for
the purpose of building public lavatories.
Words themselves. The very material of our discourse increasingly
takes on masks or diguises.
Fascinated by good...destroyed by evil...what is there to believe in?
All surface no feeling.
Your hopes = nothing.
Your paradise = nothing.
Your idols = nothing.
Your heroes = nothing.
Your artists = nothing.
Your religions = nothing.
