It Is Absurd To Look For Perfection.

Painting, Art In General, Enchants Me. It Is My Life. What Else Matters? When You Put All Your Soul Into A Work, All That Is Noble In You, You Cannot Fail To Find A Kindred Soul Who Understands You, And You Do Not Need A Host Of Such Spirits. Is Not That All An Artist Should Wish For?

The Subject Should Be Observed More For Shape And Color Than For Drawing... Precise Drawing Is Dry And Hampers The Impression Of The Whole, It Destroys All Sensations.

I Remember That, Although I Was Full Of Fervour, I Didn't Have The Slightest Inkling, Even At Forty, Of The Deeper Side To The Movement We Were Pursuing By Instinct. It Was In The Air!

All The Sorrow, All The Bitterness, All The Sadness, I Forget Them And Ignore Them In The Joy Of Working.

I Began To Understand My Sensations, To Know What I Wanted, At Around The Age Of Forty - But Only Vaguely.