The Only Real Influence I've Ever Had

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.

Painting Will Have To Deal More Fully And Less Obliquely With Life And Nature's Phenomena Before It Can Again Become Great.

So Many People Say Painting Is Fun. I Don't Find It Fun At All. It's Hard Work For Me.

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.

There Will Be, I Think, An Attempt To Grasp Again The Surprise And Accidents Of Nature And A More Intimate And Sympathetic Study Of Its Moods, Together With A Renewed Wonder And Humility On The Part Of Such As Are Still Capable Of These Basic Reactions.