Action Is The Foundation Of

The Artist Must Know The Manner Whereby To Convince Others Of The Truthfulness Of His Lies.

I Imitate Everyone Except Myself.

Museums Are Just A Lot Of Lies, And The People Who Make Art Their Business Are Mostly Imposters. We Have Infected The Pictures In Museums With All Our Stupidities, All Our Mistakes, All Our Poverty Of Spirit. We Have Turned Them Into Petty And Ridiculous Things.

It Is Not What An Artist Does That Counts...but What He Is.

But When I Am Alone, I Do Not Have The Effrontery To Consider Myself An Artist At All, Not In The Grand Old Meaning Of The Word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya Were Great Painters. I Am Only A Public Clown-a Mountebank. I Have Understood My Time And Have Exploited The Imbecility, The Vanity, The Greed Of My Contemporaries. It Is A Bitter Confession, This Confession Of Mine, More Painful Than It May Seem. But At Least And At Last It Does Have The Merit Of Being Honest.