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Manet Did Not Do The Expected. He Was A Pioneer. He Followed His Individual Whim. Told The Public What He Wanted It To Know, Not The Time Worn Things The Public Already Knew And Thought It Wanted To Hear Again. The Public Was Very Much Offended.

Your Painting Is The Marking Of Your Progression Into Nature, A Sensation Of Something You See Way Beyond The Two Pretty Colors Over There. Don't Stop To Paint The Material, But Push On To Give The Spirit.

You Will Never Draw The Sense Of A Thing Unless You Are Feeling It At The Time You Work.

Your Only Hope Of Satisfying Others Is In Satisfying Yourself. I Speak Of A Great Satisfaction, Not A Commercial Satisfaction.

Art Need Not Be Intended. It Comes Inevitably As The Tree From The Root, The Branch From The Trunk, The Blossom From The Twig. None Of These Forget The Present In Looking Backward Or Forward. They Are Occupied Wholly With The Fulfillment Of Their Own Existence.