The Fascinating Thing, Is Not To Show

The Artist Does Not Draw What He Sees, But What He Has To Make Others See.

It Seems To Me That Today, If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious - To Cut Out A Little Original Niche For Himself, Or At Least Preserve His Own Innocence Of Personality - He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude. There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profit; In Order To Do Anything At All We Need (so To Speak) The Wit And Ideas Of Our Neighbors As Much As The Businessmen Need The Funds Of Others To Win On The Market. All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.

One Reproduces Only That Which Is Striking; That Is To Say, The Necessary. Thus, One's Recollections And Inventions Are Liberated From The Tyranny Which Nature Exerts.

What A Delightful Thing Is The Conversation Of Specialists! One Understands Absolutely Nothing And It's Charming.

Conversation In Real Life Is Full Of Half-finished Sentences And Overlapping Talk. Why Shouldn't Painting Be Too?