The Moods Of Sadness That Come Over

Even In Front Of Nature One Must Compose.

If I Were In The Government I Would Have A Brigade Of Policemen Assigned To Keeping An Eye On People Who Paint Landscapes Outdoors. Oh, I Wouldn't Want Anyone Killed. I'd Be Satisfied With Just A Little Buckshot To Begin With.

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.

Once They Witnessed One Of His Painting Sold At Auction For $100,000. And Asked How You Do It, He Said, 'i Feel As A Horse Must Feel When The Beautiful Cup Is Given To The Jockey.'