A Picture Is First Of All A

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 Frame Is The Reward Of The Artist.

I Always Urged My Contemporaries To Look For Interest And Inspiration To The Development And Study Of Drawing, But They Would Not Listen. They Thought The Road To Salvation Lay By The Way Of Colour.

We Were Created To Look At One Another, Weren't We?

These Women Of Mine Are Decent, Simple Human Beings Who Have No Other Concern Than That Of Their Physical Condition... It Is As Though One Were Watching Through A Keyhole.