We Live In A Rainbow Of Chaos.

Get To The Heart Of What Is Before You And Continue To Express Yourself As Logically As Possible.

My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work In Oils Can Sustain Me.

A Thousand Painters Ought To Be Killed Yearly. Say What You Like: I'm Every Inch A Painter.

I Wished To Copy Nature. I Could Not. But I Was Satisfied When I Discovered The Sun, For Instance, Could Not Be Reproduced, But Only Represented By Something Else.

One Does Not Substitute Oneself For The Past, One Merely Adds To It A New Link.