Painting is a blind man's profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.
— I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
— He does landscapes.
It had been like conscience to him. Yes, it had been conscience. He would destroy it.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
interviewer: How do you know when you're finished with a painting?
Jackson Pollock: How do you know when you're finished making love?
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