Painting is just another way of keeping a diary. >>
Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativen >>
Taste is the enemy of creativeness. >>
Clowns wear a face that's painted intentionally on them so they appear >>
We can see nothing whatever of the soul unless it is visible in the ex >>
My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain. >>
What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.