The Paintings Live Because Their Creator Has

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

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.

I Paint People, Not Because Of What They Are Like, Not Exactly In Spite Of What They Are Like, But How They Happen To Be.

I Am Only Interested In Painting The Actual Person, In Doing A Painting Of Them, Not In Using Them To Some Ulterior End Of Art. For Me, To Use Someone Doing Something Not Native To Them Would Be Wrong.

And, Since The Model He Faithfully Copies Is Not Going To Be Hung Up Next To The Picture, Since The Picture Is Going To Be There On Its Own, It Is Of No Interest Whether It Is An Accurate Copy Of The Model.