Painting Is A Nail To Which I

Work To Perfect The Mind. There Is No Certitude But In What The Mind Conceives.

I Couldn't Portray A Women In All Her Natural Loveliness.. I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty, The Beauty That Appears To Me In Terms Of Volume Of Line, Of Mass, Of Weight, And Through That Beauty Interpret My Subjective Impression. Nature Is Mere A Pretext For Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art. I Want To Express The Absolute, Not Merely The Factitious Woman.

There Is More Sensitivity In Technique Than In The Rest Of The Picture.

I Am Interposing Overlaid Planes A Short Way Off... To Make It Understood That Things Are In Front Of Each Other Instead Of Being Scattered In Space.

To Work From Nature Is To Improvise.