Drawing Is Not The Same As Form,

No Art Is Less Spontaneous Than Mine. What I Do Is The Result Of Reflection And The Study Of The Great Masters.

I Always Urged My Contemporaries To Look For Interest And Inspiration To The Development And Study Of Drawing, But They Would Not Listen. They Thought The Road To Salvation Lay By The Way Of Colour.

Art Is Vice. You Don't Marry It Legitimately, You Rape It.

My Art, What Do You Want To Say About It? Do You Think You Can Explain The Merits Of A Picture To Those Who Do Not See Them? . . . I Can Find The Best And Clearest Words To Explain My Meaning, And I Have Spoken To The Most Intelligent People About Art, And They Have Not Understood; But Among People Who Understand, Words Are Not Necessary, You Say Humph, He, Ha And Everything Has Been Said.

It Seems To Me That Today, If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious - To Cut Out A Little Original Niche For Himself, Or At Least Preserve His Own Innocence Of Personality - He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude. There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profit; In Order To Do Anything At All We Need (so To Speak) The Wit And Ideas Of Our Neighbors As Much As The Businessmen Need The Funds Of Others To Win On The Market. All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.