It Is Absurd To Look For Perfection.

It Is Only By Drawing Often, Drawing Everything, Drawing Incessantly, That One Fine Day You Discover To Your Surprise That You Have Rendered Something In Its True Character.

Everything Is Beautiful, All That Matters Is To Be Able To Interpret.

At Times I Come Across Works Of Mine Which Are Soundly Done And Really In My Style, And At Such Moments I Find Great Solace.

Paint The Essential Character Of Things.

Painting, Art In General, Enchants Me. It Is My Life. What Else Matters? When You Put All Your Soul Into A Work, All That Is Noble In You, You Cannot Fail To Find A Kindred Soul Who Understands You, And You Do Not Need A Host Of Such Spirits. Is Not That All An Artist Should Wish For?