Give Me Some Mud, And I Will

Everything Is A Subject; The Subject Is Yourself. It Is Within Yourself That You Must Look And Not Around You... The Greatest Happiness Is To Reveal It To Others, To Study Oneself, To Paint Oneself Continually In [one's] Work.

A Wife Of Your Own Stature Is The Greatest Of All Blessings.

The Living Model Never Answers Well The Idea Or Impressions The Painter Wishes To Express; One Must, Therefore, Learn To Do Without One, And For That, You Must Acquire Facility, Furnish One's Memory To The Point Of Infinitude, And Make Numerous Drawings After The Old Masters.

What Is Real For Me Are The Illusions I Create With My Paintings. Everything Else Is Quicksand.

Cold Exactitude Is Not Art... The So-called Consciousness Of The Majority Of Painters Is Only Perfection Applied To The Art Of Boring. People Like That, If They Could, Would Work With The Same Minute Attention On The Back Of Their Canvas.