I Do Not Literally Paint That Table,

Hatred, Rancor, And The Spirit Of Vengeance Are Useless Baggage To The Artist. His Road Is Difficult Enough For Him To Cleanse His Soul Of Everything Which Could Make It More So.

You Study, You Learn, But You Guard The Original Naivete. It Has To Be Within You, As Desire For Drink Is Within The Drunkard Or Love Is Within The Lover.

An Artist Must Not Feel Under Any Constraint.

I Dream Of An Art Of Balance, Of Quietness, Something Analogous To A Good Armchair.

Another Word For Creativity Is Courage.