My Brushwork Is Quite Unsystematic. I Slam

Even The Knowledge Of My Own Fallibility Cannot Keep Me From Making Mistakes. Only When I Fall Do I Get Up Again.

The Best Pictures Are Always Those One Dreams Of When One Is Smoking A Pipe In Bed, But Which Never Get Done. But Still One Ought To Try, However Incompetent One May Feel Before The Unspeakable Perfection And Radiant Splendour Of Nature.

As A Painter I Shall Never Signify Anything Of Importance. I Feel It Absolutely.

It Is Difficult To Know Oneself, But It Isn't Easy To Paint Oneself Either.

I Try More And More To Be Myself, Caring Relatively Little Whether People Approve Or Disapprove.