The Only Way I Could Work Properly

A Moment Of Complete Happiness Never Occurs In The Creation Of A Work Of Art. The Promise Of It Is Felt In The Act Of Creation But Disappears Towards The Completion Of The Work. For It Is Then The Painter Realises That It Is Only A Picture He Is Painting. Until Then He Had Almost Dared To Hope The Picture Might Spring To Life.

It Is Through Observation And Perception Of Atmosphere That He [the Artist] Can Register The Feeling That He Wishes His Painting To Give Out.

I Want Paint To Work As Flesh... My Portraits To Be Of The People, Not Like Them. Not Having A Look Of The Sitter, Being Them ... As Far As I Am Concerned The Paint Is The Person. I Want It To Work For Me Just As Flesh Does.

As Far As I Am Concerned The Paint Is The Person. I Want It To Work For Me Just As Flesh Does

The Character Of The Artist Doesn't Enter Into The Nature Of The Art