Muses Work All Day Long And Then

The Air You Breathe In A Picture Is Not Necessarily The Same As The Air Out Of Doors.

A Picture Is An Artificial Work, Outside Nature. It Calls For As Much Cunning As The Commission Of A Crime.

It Requires Courage To Make A Frontal Attack On Nature Through The Broad Planes And The Large Lines And It Is Cowardly To Do It By The Facets And Details. It Is A Battle.

Art Critic! Is That A Profession? When I Think We Are Stupid Enough, We Painters, To Solicit Those People's Compliments And To Put Ourselves Into Their Hands! What Shame! Should We Even Accept That They Talk About Our Work?

We Were Created To Look At One Another, Weren't We?