One Does Not Always Sing Out Of

How Many Days Have I Spent Alone With My Cat... And When I Say Alone, I Mean Without A Material Being, For My Cat Is A Mystical Companion, A Spirit.

The Artist Who Paints The Emotions Creates An Enclosed World... The Picture... Which, Like A Book, Has The Same Interest No Matter Where It Happens To Be. Such An Artist, We May Imagine, Spends A Great Deal Of Time Doing Nothing But Looking, Both Around Him And Inside Him.

One Always Talks Of Surrendering To Nature. There Is Also Such A Thing As Surrendering To The Picture.

A Painting That Is Well Composed Is Half Finished.

And After Drawing Comes Composition. A Well-composed Painting Is Half Done