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I Counted Solely On The Clarity Of Expression Of My Work To Gain My Ends.

A Certain Blue Enters Your Soul. A Certain Red Has An Effect On Your Blood-pressure.

Truth And Reality In Art Begin At The Point Where The Artist Ceases To Understand What He Is Doing And Capable Of Doing - Yet Feels In Himself A Force That Becomes Steadily Stronger... And More Concentrated.

In Art, Truth And Reality Begin When One No Longer Understands What One Is Doing Or What One Knows, And When There Remains An Energy That Is All The Stronger For Being Constrained, Controlled And Compressed.

I Was Very Embarrassed When My Canvases Began To Fetch High Prices. I Saw Myself Condemned To A Future Of Nothing But Masterpieces.