I Would Have Been In Mortal Misery

And Even This Heart Of Mine Has Something Artificial. The Dancers Have Sewn It Into A Bag Of Pink Satin, Pink Satin Slightly Faded, Like Their Dancing Shoes.

Hitherto The Nude Has Always Been Represented In Poses Which Presuppose An Audience. But My Women Are Simple, Honest Creatures Who Are Concerned With Nothing Beyond Their Physical Occupations... It Is As If You Were Looking Through A Keyhole.

Taste! It Doesn't Exist. An Artist Makes Beautiful Things Without Being Aware Of It.

Drawing Is Your Understanding Of Form.

You Must Aim High, Not In What You Are Going To Do At Some Future Date, But In What You Are Going To Make Yourself Do To-day. Otherwise, Working Is Just A Waste Of Time.