He Once Said That He Wished To

It Seems To Me That Today, If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious - To Cut Out A Little Original Niche For Himself, Or At Least Preserve His Own Innocence Of Personality - He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude. There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profit; In Order To Do Anything At All We Need (so To Speak) The Wit And Ideas Of Our Neighbors As Much As The Businessmen Need The Funds Of Others To Win On The Market. All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.

Everyone Has Talent At Twenty-five. The Difficulty Is To Have It At Fifty.

C'est Vrai. Voilá Quelqu'un Qui Sent Comme Moi. (it Is True. There Is Someone Who Feels As I Do).

Drawing Is The Artist's Most Direct And Spontaneous Expression, A Species Of Writing: It Reveals, Better Than Does Painting, His True Personality.

What Is Certain Is That Setting A Piece Of Nature In Place And Drawing It Are Two Very Different Things.