The Smell Of Opium Is The Least

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

Man Seeks To Escape Himself In Myth, And Does So By Any Means At His Disposal. Drugs, Alcohol, Or Lies. Unable To Withdraw Into Himself, He Disguises Himself. Lies And Inaccuracy Give Him A Few Moments Of Comfort.

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 Artist Is A Kind Of Prison From Which The Works Of Art Escape.