Art Is Either Revolution Or Plagiarism

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.

The Work Of A Man Is The Explanation Of The Man.

The Public Wants To Understand And Learn In A Single Day, A Single Minute, What The Artist Has Spent Years Learning.

It Is Well For Young Men To Have A Model, But Let Them Draw The Curtain Over It While They Are Painting.

How Do You See Those Tree?... They Are Yellow. Well Then Put Down Yellow. And That Shadow Is Rather Blue. So Render It With Pure Ultramarine. Those Red Leaves? Use Vermillion.