I Am A Great Artist And I

It Is The Eye Of Ignorance That Assigns A Fixed And Unchangeable Color To Every Object; Beware Of This Stumbling Block.

A Time Will Come When People Will Think I Am A Myth, Or Rather Something The Newspapers Have Made Up.

My God! How Terrible These Money Questions Are For An Artist!

But I Owe Something To Vincent, And That Is, In The Consciousness Of Having Been Useful To Him, The Confirmation Of My Own Original Ideas About Painting. And Also, At Difficult Moments, The Remembrance That One Finds Others Unhappier Than Oneself.

The Landscape With Its Violent, Pure Colours Dazzled And Blinded Me. I Was Always Uncertain.