In Art There Are Only Two Types

No One Wants My Painting Because It Is Different From Other People's Peculiar, Crazy Public That Demands The Greatest Possible Degree Of Originality On The Painter's Part And Yet Won't Accept Him Unless His Work Resembles That Of The Others!

I Am Entering Into The Truth, Into Nature.

Let Everything About You Breathe The Calm And Peace Of The Soul.

By The Combination Of Lines And Colors, Under The Pretext Of Some Motif Taken From Nature, I Create Symphonies And Harmonies That Represent Nothing Absolutely Real In The Ordinary Sense Of The Word But Are Intended To Give Rise To Thoughts As Music Does.

Slyly, Banteringly, But Also Overbearingly, The Critic - The One Who Does Not Swallow Anything Whole, Who Waits Until Posterity Has Consecrated It Before... Howling - Is Among Those Who Howl Their Admiration The Way They Howl Their Insults: Don't Be Afraid, Don't Tremble - The Beast Doesn't Have Any Nails Or Teeth, Or Even Brain: It Is Stuffed.