Life Being What It Is, One Dreams

I Have Always Wanted A Mistress Who Was Fat, And I Have Never Found One. To Make A Fool Of Me, They Are Always Pregnant.

Do You Know What Will Soon Be The Ultimate In Truth?

It Is Better To Paint From Memory, For Thus Your Work Will Be Your Own.

And Here In My Isolation I Can Grow Stronger. Poetry Seems To Come Of Itself, Without Effort, And I Need Only Let Myself Dream A Little While Painting To Suggest It.

No One Wants My Painting Because It Is Different From Other People's Peculiar, Crazy Public That Demands The Greatest Possible Degree Of Originality On The Painter's Part And Yet Won't Accept Him Unless His Work Resembles That Of The Others!