I Find Linseed Oil And White Lead

So Much Of Every Art Is An Expression Of The Subconscious That It Seems To Me Most Of All The Important Qualities Are Put There Unconsciously, And Little Of Importance By The Conscious Intellect. But These Are Things For The Psychologist To Untangle.

It's To Paint Directly On The Canvas Without Any Funny Business, As It Were, And I Use Almost Pure Turpentine To Start With, Adding Oil As I Go Along Until The Medium Becomes Pure Oil. I Use As Little Oil As I Can Possibly Help, And That's My Method.

I Find In Working Always The Disturbing Intrusion Of Elements Not A Part Of My Most Interested Vision, And The Inevitable Obliteration And Replacement Of This Vision By The Work Itself As It Proceeds.

Everyone Goes To The 'grands-boulevards' (in Paris, Ed.) And Let Himself Loose... ...do Not Picture These In Costume, They Are Not For The Most Part... ...perhaps A Clown With A Big Nose, Or Two Girls With Bare Necks And Short Skirts... ...the Parade Of The Queens Of The Halls (markets) Is Also One Of The Events... ...some Are Pretty But Look Awkward In Their Silk Dresses And Crowns, Particularly As The Broad Sun Displays Their Defects - Perhaps A Neck Too Thin Or A Painted Face Which Shows Ghastley White In The Sunlight.

It's (the Lack Of Communication Between The People In His Paintings, Ed.) Probably A Reflection Of My Own, If I May Say, Loneliness. I Don't Know. It Could Be The Whole Human Condition.