Art Is Not Truth; Art Is The

What Is A Face, Really? Its Own Photo? Its Make-up? Or Is It A Face As Painted By Such Or Such Painter? That Which Is In Front? Inside? Behind? And The Rest? Doesn't Everyone Look At Himself In His Own Particular Way? Deformations Simply Do Not Exist.

Inspiration Exists, But You Have To Find It Working.

They'll Sell You Thousands Of Greens. Veronese Green And Emerald Green And Cadmium Green And Any Sort Of Green You Like; But That Particular Green, Never.

We Must Not Discriminate Between Things. Where Things Are Concerned There Are No Class Distinctions. We Must Pick Out What Is Good For Us Where We Can Find It.

All Things Considered, There Is Only Matisse.