Nothing In Art Should Seem Accidental, Not

What Use Is My Mind? Granted That It Enables Me To Hail A Bus And To Pay My Fare. But Once I Am Inside My Studio, What Use Is My Mind? I Have My Model, My Pencil, My Paints. My Mind Doesn't Interest Me.

The Moods Of Sadness That Come Over Anyone Who Takes Up Art... These Dismal Moods Have Very Little Compensation.

What A Horrible Thing Yellow Is.

What A Delightful Thing Is The Conversation Of Specialists! One Understands Absolutely Nothing And It's Charming.

It Requires Courage To Make A Frontal Attack On Nature Through The Broad Planes And The Large Lines And It Is Cowardly To Do It By The Facets And Details. It Is A Battle.