Art = A Mad Search For Individualism.

I Must Confess That I Too Am A Woman And That I Am Always Prepared To Applaud A Woman Who Is More Daring Than I, And Is Equal To A Man In Fighting For Freedom Of Behavior.

I Am A Great Artist And I Know It. It's Because Of What I Am That I Have Endured So Much Suffering, So As To Pursue My Vocation, Otherwise I Would Consider Myself A Rogue - Which Is What Many People Think I Am, For That Matter.

By The Combination Of Lines And Colors, Under The Pretext Of Some Motif Taken From Nature, I Create Symphonies And Harmonies That Represent Nothing Absolutely Real In The Ordinary Sense Of The Word But Are Intended To Give Rise To Thoughts As Music Does.

Night Is Here. All Is At Rest. My Eyes Close In Order To See Without Actually Understanding The Dream That Flees Before Men Infinite Space; And I Experience The Languorous Sensation Produced By The Mournful Procession Of My Hopes.

In Art One Is Concerned With The Condition Of The Spirit For Three Quarters Of The Time; One Must Therefore Care For Oneself If He Wishes To Make Something Great And Lasting.