Sex And Art Are The

Enough Of Art. It's Art That Kills Us. People No Longer Want To Do Painting: They Make Art.

I Have A Real Passion For Bones. I Have Many Others In Boisgeloup: Skeletons Of Birds, Dog's And Sheep's Heads. I Even Have A Rhinoceros Skull.

The Secret Of Many Of My Deformations - Which Many People Do Not Understand - Is That There Is An Interaction, An Intereffect Between The Lines In A Painting: One Line Attracts The Other And At The Point Of Maximum Attraction The Lines Curve In Toward The Attracting Point And Form Is Altered.

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.

Everything You Can Imagine Is Real.