Art = A Mad Search For Individualism.

A Critic In My House Sees Some Paintings. Greatly Perturbed, He Asks For My Drawings. My Drawings? Never! They Are My Letters, My Secrets.

Today One Can Dare Anything, And, Furthermore, Nobody Is Surprised.

The History Of Modern Art Is Also The History Of The Progressive Loss Of Art's Audience. Art Has Increasingly Become The Concern Of The Artist And The Bafflement Of The Public.

Look Closely At The Japanese; They Draw Admirably And Yet In Them You Will See Life Outdoors And In The Sun Without Shadows.

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.