All great art is a form of complaint

Art is sort of an experimental station in which one tries out living

I have attempted briefly here to set forth a view of the arts which does not separate them from the rest of life, but rather confuses the difference between Art and Life.

So somebody has talent? So what? Dime a dozen. And we're overpopulated. Actually we have more food than we have people and more art. We've gotten to the point of burning food. When will we begin to burn our art?

When we separate music from life we get art.

When you start working, everybody is in your studio- the past, your friends, enemies, the art world, and above all, your own ideas- all are there. But as you continue painting, they start leaving, one by one, and you are left completely alone. Then, if you are lucky, even you leave.

Why make art ? To quiet the mind thus making it susceptible to divine influences.

Art's purpose is to sober and quiet the mind so that it is in accord with what happens.