"The artist admits a strong thirst to eat the flesh of humans, but objects to the immorality of killing."

The artist admits: "There was always an optimistic light in my works.

The artist admits the project is "an absurd gesture."

The artist admits though he says he's trying to break his habits, he always find himself back in it.

The artist admits that his mother "tried to stimulate some sense of taste and appropriateness."

True, the artists admit, the First Amendment allows them to sell their art year round without a permit, regardless of what critics might think of the stuff.

And here we artists, not only writers, must admit to part of the blame for the popularising of the wilderness areas.

Influence is a tricky matter, even when artists admit to it.

That is why the case of William Hung stings, some artists admitted.

An artist working for the agency Gather No Moss eventually admitted tracing the artwork.