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When I Am Finishing A Picture, I Hold Some God-made Object Up To It

The Habit Of Ignoring Nature Is Deeply Implanted In Our Times. This Attitude Reminds Me Of People Who Never Look You In The Eye; I Find Them Disturbing And Always Have To Look Away.

I Am Working In Paris . I Cannot For A Single Day Get The Thought Out Of My Head That There Probably Exists Something Essential, Some Immutable Reality, And Now That I Have Lost Everything Else (thank God, It Gets Lost All On Its Own) I Am Trying To Preserve This And, What Is More, Not To Be Content. In A Word: I Am Working.

We All Know That A Good Person Can Be A Bad Artist.but No One Will Ever Be A Genuine Artist Unless He Is A Great Human Being And Thus Also A Good One.

The Stars Were My Best Friends. The Air Was Full Of Legends And Phantoms, Full Of Mythical And Fair-tale Creatures, Which Suddenly Flew Away Over The Roof, So That One Was At One With The Firmament.