I Do Not Judge, I Only Chronicle.

A Portrait Is A Painting With Something Wrong With The Mouth.

It Is Certain That At Certain Times Talent Entirely Overcomes Thought Or Poetry.

Impressionism' Was The Name Given To A Certain Form Of Observation When Monet, Not Content With Using His Eyes To See What Things Were Or What They Looked Like As Everybody Had Done Before Him, Turned His Attention To Noting What Took Place On His Own Retina (as An Oculist Would Test His Own Vision).

I Hate To Paint Portraits! I Hope Never To Paint Another Portrait In My Life. Portraiture May Be All Right For A Man In His Youth, But After Forty I Believe That Manual Dexterity Deserts One, And, Besides, The Color-sense Is Less Acute. Youth Can Better Stand The Exactions Of A Personal Kind That Are Inseparable From Portraiture. I Have Had Enough Of It.

Cultivate An Ever Continuous Power Of Observation. Wherever You Are, Be Always Ready To Make Slight Notes Of Postures, Groups And Incidents. Store Up In The Mind... A Continuous Stream Of Observations From Which To Make Selections Later. Above All Things Get Abroad, See The Sunlight And Everything That Is To Be Seen.