Happiness And Work Rose Up Together With

Poor Artist! You Gave Away Part Of Your Soul When You Painted The Picture Which You Are Now Trying To Dispose Of.

Life Has No Meaning Unless One Lives It With A Will, At Least To The Limit Of One's Will.

Out In The Sun, Some Painters Are Lined Up. The First Is Copying Nature, The Second Is Copying The First, The Third Is Copying The Second... You See The Sequence.

All The Joys - Animal And Human - Of A Free Life Are Mine. I Have Escaped Everything That Is Artificial, Conventional, Customary.

The Flat Sound Of My Wooden Clogs On The Cobblestones, Deep, Hollow And Powerful, Is The Note I Seek In My Painting.