What A Delightful Thing Is The Conversation

The Moods Of Sadness That Come Over Anyone Who Takes Up Art... These Dismal Moods Have Very Little Compensation.

I Have Been, Or Seemed, Hard With Everyone Because I Was Carried Away By A Sort Of Brutality Born Of My Distrust In Myself And My Ill-humor. I Have Felt So Badly Equipped, So Soft, In Spite Of The Fact That My Attitude Towards Art Seemed To Me So Just. I Was Disgusted With Everyone, And Especially Myself.

These Women Of Mine Are Decent, Simple Human Beings Who Have No Other Concern Than That Of Their Physical Condition... It Is As Though One Were Watching Through A Keyhole.

For Those Who Don't Know What They Are Doing, Painting Is Easy. For Those Who Do Know What They Are Doing, Painting Is Difficult.

It Is All Very Well To Copy What One Sees, But It Is Far Better To Draw What One Now Only Sees In One's Memory. That Is A Transformation In Which Imagination Collaborates With Memory.