Without Fear And Illness, I Could Never

I Was Walking Along The Road With Two Friends. The Sun Set. I Felt A Tinge Of Melancholy. Suddenly The Sky Became A Bloody Red... I Stood There, Trembling With Fright. And I Felt A Loud, Unending Scream Piercing Nature.

Some Colors Reconcile Themselves To One Another, Others Just Clash.

Colors Live A Remarkable Life Of Their Own After They Have Been Applied To The Canvas.

The Academies Of Art Are Nothing But Great Painting Factories - Those With Talent Are Fed In At One End, And They Come Out As Mechanical Painting Machines.

I Build A Kind Of Wall Between Myself And T He Model So That I Can Paint In Peace Behind It. Otherwise, She Might Say Something That Confuses And Distracts Me.