It Is Necessary To Keep One's Compass

What One Has Most To Work And Struggle For In Painting Is To Do The Work With A Great Amount Of Labour And Sweat In Such A Way That It May Afterward Appear, However Much It Was Laboured Upon, To Have Been Done Almost Quickly And Almost Without Any Labour, And Very Easily, Although It Was Not.

Already At Sixteen, My Mind Was A Battlefield: My Love Of Pagan Beauty, The Male Nude, At War With My Religious Faith. A Polarity Of Themes And Forms: One Spiritual, The Other Earthly.

Every Block Of Stone Has A Statue Inside It And It Is The Task Of The Sculptor To Discover It.

The Science Of Design, Or Of Line-drawing, If You Like To Use This Term, Is The Source And Very Essence Of Painting, Sculpture, Architecture... Sometimes... It Seems To Me That... All The Works Of The Human Brain And Hand Are Either Design Itself Or A Branch Of That Art.

Is It Any Wonder, Since, When Near The Fire, I Was Melted And Burned, If Now That It's Extinguished Outside Me, It Besets And Consumes Me Inside, And Bit By Bit Reduces Me To Ashes?