The Dead Drug Leaves A Ghost Behind.

He Has The Manner Of A Giant With The Look Of A Child, A Lazy Activeness, A Mad Wisdom, A Solitude Encompassing The World.

What The Public Criticizes In You, Cultivate. It Is You.

My Little Renoirs. Matisse Describes Having Seen Renoir Make These Tiny Canvases. When He Had Finished Working, He Would Use Up The Color Left In His Brushes On Them.

The Art Of Genius Is Knowing How Far Out Is Too Far.

The Extreme Limit Of Wisdom, That's What The Public Calls Madness.