The history of modern art is also the history of the progressive loss of art's audience. Art has increasingly become the concern of the artist and the bafflement of the public.

The writer when he is also an artist is someone who admits what others don't dare reveal.

Artists don't make objects. Artists make mythologies.

The artist's world is limitless. It can be found anywhere far from where he lives or a few feet away. It is always on his doorstep.

Mournful and yet grand is the destiny of the artist.

That's the motivation of an artist - to seek attention of some kind.

Every other artist begins with a blank canvas a piece of paper the photographer begins with the finished product.

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.

An artist is never ahead of his time but most people are far behind theirs.

I don't think there's any artist of any value who doesn't doubt what they're doing.