Color possesses me. I don’t have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

Dell cited IBM as the competitor that has been the most aggressive right now.

When looking at any significant work of art, remember that a more significant one probably has had to be sacrificed.

The worst state of affairs is when science begins to concern itself with art.

In the final analysis, a drawing simply is no longer a drawing, no matter how self-sufficient its execution may be. It is a symbol, and the more profoundly the imaginary lines of projection meet higher...

To emphasize only the beautiful seems to me to be like a mathematical system that only concerns itself with positive numbers.

The painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen

The art of mastering life is the prerequisite for all further forms of expression, whether they are paintings, sculptures, tragedies, or musical compositions.

Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.

Standing at his appointed place, at the trunk of the tree, he does nothing other than gather and pass on what comes to him from the depths. And the beauty at the crown is not...

A single day is enough to make us a little larger or, another time, a little smaller.

He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.

Democracy with its semi-civilization sincerely cherishes junk. The artist’s power should be spiritual. But the power of the majority is material. When these worlds meet occasionally, it is pure coincidence.

One eye sees, the other feels.

Some will not recognize the truthfulness of my mirror. Let them remember that I am not here to reflect the surface… but must penetrate inside. My mirror probes down to the heart. I write words...

Everything vanishes around me, and works are born as if out of the void. Ripe, graphic fruits fall off. My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.

A line is a dot that went for a walk.

A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.

Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see

Art does not reproduce the visible; it makes visible.

Art does not reproduce the visible; rather, it makes visible

An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk’s sake.

Art does not reproduce what we see. It makes us see.

Children also have artistic ability, and there is wisdom in there having it! The more helpless they are, the more instructive are the examples they furnish us; and they must be preserved free of corruption...

Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame...

Art does not reproduce what is visible, it makes things visible.

One does not lash hat lies at a distance. The foibles that we ridicule must at least be a little bit our own. Only then will the work be a part of our own flesh....

Genius sits in a glass house — but in an unbreakable one –conceiving ideas. After giving birth, it falls into madness. Stretches out its hand through the window toward the first person happening by. The...

Color has got me. I no longer need to chase after it. It has got me for ever. I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour.

Satire must not be a kind of superfluous ill will, but ill will from a higher point of view. Ridiculous man, divine God. Or else, hatred against the bogged-down vileness of average man as against...