Peace, that glorious moment in time when everyone stops and reloads.
I can only paint in India. Europe belongs to Picasso, Matisse, Braque India belongs only to me.
Although I studied, I have never been taught paintingbecause I possess in my psychological makeup a peculiarity that resents any outside interference.
As soon as I put my foot on Indian soil, my painting underwent a change not only in subject and spirit but in technique.
The storm stops at the door. Love reigns, peace dwells.
To an ever greater extent out experience is governed by pictures, pictures in newspapers and magazines, on television and in the cinema. Next to these pictures firsthand experience begins to retreat, to seem more and more trivial. While it once seemed that pictures had the function of interpreting reality, it now seems they have usurped it. It therefore becomes imperative to understand the picture itself, not in order to uncover a lost reality, but to determine how a picture becomes a signifying structure of its own accord.
You can deceive yourself into thinking that America is a technological leader, but if you don't see what anyone else is doing you have no accurate assessment - you can't make an accurate assessment of where you fit and why. I consider our moving frontier in space as the anecdote to that downward trend.
The whole world is run on bluff.