Painting Is Not Made To

The Academic Teaching On Beauty Is False. We Have Been Misled, But So Completely Misled That We Can No Longer Find So Much As A Shadow Of A Truth Again. The Beauties Of The Parthenon, The Venuses, The Nymphs, The Narcisusses, Are So May Lies. Art Is Not The Application Of A Canon Of Beauty, But What The Instinct And The Brain Can Conceive Independently Of That Canon.

We Don't Grow Older, We Grow Riper.

Critics, Mathematicians, Scientists And Busybodies Want To Classify Everything, Marking The Boundaries And Limits... In Art, There Is Room For All Possibilities.

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

Others Have Seen What Is And Asked Why. I Have Seen What Could Be And Asked Why Not.