Confessions Of an Art Addict

I went to a psychologist and asked him if he thought I was losing my mind. He replied, ‘Are you sure you have a mind to lose?’

At this point of my existence I was practically ignorant of all art after the Impressionists.

The twentieth century has already produced

One cannot expect every decade to produce genius.

Art mirrors its age, therefore it had to change completely, as the world changed so vastly and so quickly

People blame me for what is painted today because I had encouraged and helped this new movement to be born. I am not responsible

do not like art today. I think it has gone to hell, as a result of the financial attitude.

Only a few persons really care for paintings. The rest buy them from snobbishness or to avoid taxation, presenting pictures to museums and being allowed to keep them until their death, a way of having your cake and eating it.

Manet, Monet, Daumier, Van Gogh, Courbet, Klee, Vlaminck, Degas, Jean Hugo, Laurens, Utrillo, Braque, and Derain.

They were the only dogs admitted to the exhibition, and when they were lost in this labyrinth I always found them in the Picasso exhibition; which proves how valuable their education had been at Art of This Century, where they had accompanied me every day.