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The Artist Is A Spectator, Indifferent Or Impassioned, At The Birth Of His Work, And Observes The Phases Of Its Development.

The Virtue Of Pride, Which Was Once The Beauty Of Mankind, Has Given Place To That Fount Of Ugliness, Christian Humility.

The Role Of The Painter . . . Is To Project That Which Sees Itself In Him.

When The Artist Finds Himself He Is Lost. The Fact That He Has Succeeded In Never Finding Himself Is Regarded By Max Ernst As His Only Lasting Achievement.

Before He Goes Into The Water, A Diver Cannot Know What He Will Bring Back.