It Is Your Work In Life That

Matisse Makes A Drawing, Then He Makes A Copy Of It. He Copies It Five Times, Ten Times, Always Clarifying The Line. He’s Convinced That The Last, The Most Stripped Down, Is The Best, The Purest, The Definitive One; And In Fact, Most Of The Time, It Was The First. In Drawing, Nothing Is Better Than The First Attempt.

You Know, It's Just Like Being A Peddler. You Want Two Breasts? Well, Here You Are -- Two Breasts. We Must See To It That The Man Looking At The Picture Has At Hand Everything He Needs To Paint A Nude. If You Really Give Him Everything He Needs -- And The Best -- He'll Put Everything Where It Belongs, With His Own Eyes. Each Person Will Make For Himself The Kind Of Nude He Wants, With The Nude That I Will Have Made For Him.

What I Achieve The First Day Can Be Perfectly Valid, But It Is Not Satisfying. If I Can Go That Far Spontaneously, Then I Must Shed That Result As An Old Skin And Inquire Further Into The Unknown, Or At Least The Not-yet-known-to-myself.

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.

If You Can Imagine It...it Is Real