Only Reality Interests Me Now And I

That's The Terrible Thing: The More One Works On A Picture, The More Impossible It Becomes To Finish It.

When I Make My Drawings... The Path Traced By My Pencil On The Sheet Of Paper Is, To Some Extent, Analogous To The Gesture Of A Man Groping His Way In The Darkness.

If Only Someone Else Could Paint What I See, It Would Be Marvellous, Because Then I Wouldnt Have To Paint At All.

I've Been Fifty Thousand Times To The Louvre. I Have Copied Everything In Drawing, Trying To Understand.

When You Look At Art Made By Other People, You See What You Need To See In It.