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When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It - A Rock, A Flower, The Branch Of A Tree Or My Hand - As A Final Test. If The Painting Stands Up Beside A Thing Man Cannot Make, The Painting Is Authentic. If There's A Clash Between The Two, It's Bad Art.

My Name Is Marc, My Emotional Life Is Sensitive And My Purse Is Empty, But They Say I Have Talent.

You Cannot Explain Me With "isms." They Are Very Bad For An Artist. What One Must Believe In Is Color.

In My Youth, Poverty Enriched Me, But Now I Can Afford Wealth.

The Habit Of Ignoring Nature Is Deeply Implanted In Our Times. This Attitude Reminds Me Of People Who Never Look You In The Eye; I Find Them Disturbing And Always Have To Look Away.