If I Spit, They Will Take My

Let Them Understand Above All That The Artist Works From Necessity; That He, Too, Is A Minute Element Of The World To Whom One Should Ascribe No More Importance Than So Many Things In Nature Which Charm Us But Which We Do Not Explain To Ourselves.

The Only Thing That's Important Is The Legend Created By The Picture, And Not Whether It Continues To Exist Itself.

I've Reached The Moment Where The Movement Of My Thought Interests Me More Than The Thought Itself.

When I Work I Relax; Doing Nothing Or Entertaining Visitors Makes Me Tired.

Are We To Paint What's On The Face, What's Inside The Face, Or What's Behind It?