The Air We See In The Paintings

I Would Like To Be Famous But Unknown.

What Use Is My Mind? Granted That It Enables Me To Hail A Bus And To Pay My Fare. But Once I Am Inside My Studio, What Use Is My Mind? I Have My Model, My Pencil, My Paints. My Mind Doesn't Interest Me.

One Must Have A High Opinion Of A Work Of Art - Not The Work One Is Creating At The Moment, But Of That Which One Desires To Achieve One Day. Without This It Is Not Worthwhile Working.

Daylight Is Too Easy. What I Want Is Difficult - The Atmosphere Of Lamps And Moonlight.

Art Is Vice. One Does Not Wed It, One Rapes It.