Art Sweeps The Everyday Dust From Your

In The End There Is Only Matisse.

I Paint The Way Some People Write An Autobiography. The Paintings, Finished Or Not, Are The Pages From My Diary.

When I Work I Relax; Doing Nothing Or Entertaining Visitors Makes Me Tired.

He Can Who Thinks He Can, And He Can't Who Thinks He Can't. This Is An Inexorable, Indisputable Law.

I Deal With Painting As I Deal With Things, I Paint A Window Just As I Look Out Of A Window. If An Open Window Looks Wrong In A Picture, I Draw The Curtain And Shut It, Just As I Would In My Own Room. In Painting, As In Life, You Must Act Directly.