Whatever happens, my audience mustn't know whether I am spoofing or being serious; and likewise I mustn't know either. I am in a constant interrogation; when does the deep and philosophically valid Dali begin, and where does the looney and preposterous Dali end?
So little of what could happen does happen.
I do not paint a portrait to look like the subject, rather does the person grow to look like his portrait.
Now sexual obsessions are the basis of artistic creation. Accumulated frustration leads to what Freud calls the process of sublimation. Anything that does not take place erotically sublimates itself in the work of art
The fact I myself do not understand what my paintings mean while I am painting them does not imply that they are meaningless.