Art Is Either A Plagiarist Or A

Why Work? The Gods Are There To Lavish Upon The Faithful The Good Gifts Of Nature.

I Shut My Eyes In Order To See.

In Art, All Who Have Done Something Other Than Their Predecessors Have Merited The Epithet Of Revolutionary; And It Is They Alone Who Are Masters.

The Landscape With Its Violent, Pure Colours Dazzled And Blinded Me. I Was Always Uncertain.

I Was Aware That On My Skill As A Painter Would Depend The Physical And Moral Possession Of The Model.