Keep Good Company - That Is, Go

A Thousand Painters Ought To Be Killed Yearly. Say What You Like: I'm Every Inch A Painter.

To Achieve Progress Nature Alone Counts, And The Eye Is Trained Through Contact With Her. It Becomes Concentric By Looking And Working.

Surely, A Single Bunch Of Carrots Painted Naively, Just As We Personally See It, Is Worth All The Endless Banalities Of The Schools, All Those Dreary Pictures Concocted Out Of Tobacco Juice According To Time-honored Formulas?

Talks On Art Are Almost Useless. The Work Which Goes To Bring Progress In One's Own Subject Is Sufficient Compensation For The Incomprehension Of Imbeciles.

Whoever The Master Is Whom You Prefer, This Must Only Be A Directive For You. Otherwise You Will Never Be Anything But An Imitator.