Truth Exists, Only Falsehood Has To Be

We Will Never Have Repose. The Present Is Perpetual.

I Couldn't Portray A Women In All Her Natural Loveliness.. I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty, The Beauty That Appears To Me In Terms Of Volume Of Line, Of Mass, Of Weight, And Through That Beauty Interpret My Subjective Impression. Nature Is Mere A Pretext For Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art. I Want To Express The Absolute, Not Merely The Factitious Woman.

Poetry Is To A Painting What Life Is To Man.

Art Is A Wound Turned Into Light.

I Like The Rule That Corrects Emotion.