If I Succeed In Putting Some Warmth

One Must Spoil As Many Canvases As One Succeeds With.

Since Visiting The Abatoirs Of S. France I Have Stopped Eating Meat.

What Would Life Be If We Had No Courage To Attempt Anything?

I Devour Nature Ceaselessly. I Exaggerate, Sometimes I Make Changes In The Subject; But Still I Don't Invent The Whole Picture. On The Contrary, I Find It Already There. It's A Question Of Picking Out What One Wants From Nature.

Well, I Dare Not Allow Myself Any Illusions, And I Am Afraid It May Never Happen That Father And Mother Will Really Appreciate My Art. It Is Not Their Fault; We Do Not See The Same Things With The Same Eyes, Or Have The Same Thoughts Raised In Us By Them. They Will Never Be Able To Understand What Painting Is.