A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.
a man paints, his brains, his hands, art
Without freedom, no art art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.
Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.
I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.