I Was Poking Fun At

I Have Drawn People's Attention To The Fact That Art Is A Mirage. A Mirage, Just Like The Oasis That Appears In The Desert. It Is Very Beautiful, Until The Moment When You Die Of Thirst, Obviously. But We Do Not Die Of Thirst In The Field Of Art. The Mirage Has Substance.

Art Has The Lovely Habit Of Ruining All Artistic Theories.

In My Day Artists Wanted To Be Outcasts, Pariahs. Now They Are All Integrated Into Society

I Was Poking Fun At Myself Most Of All.

I Feel Shame, Not For The Wrong Things I Have Done, But For The Right Things That I Have Failed To Do.