One Does Not Marry Art. One Ravishes

I Always Urged My Contemporaries To Look For Interest And Inspiration To The Development And Study Of Drawing, But They Would Not Listen. They Thought The Road To Salvation Lay By The Way Of Colour.

It Seems To Me That Today, If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious - To Cut Out A Little Original Niche For Himself, Or At Least Preserve His Own Innocence Of Personality - He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude. There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profit; In Order To Do Anything At All We Need (so To Speak) The Wit And Ideas Of Our Neighbors As Much As The Businessmen Need The Funds Of Others To Win On The Market. All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.

Realism Is More Important Than The Sentiment Of The Picture.

One Must Do The Same Subject Over Again Ten Times, A Hundred Times. In Art Nothing Must Resemble An Accident, Not Even Movement.

These Women Of Mine Are Decent, Simple Human Beings Who Have No Other Concern Than That Of Their Physical Condition... It Is As Though One Were Watching Through A Keyhole.