In The End There Is Only Matisse.

Academic Training In Beauty Is A Sham. We Have Been So Deceived, But So Well Deceived That We Can Scarcely Get Back Even A Shadow Of The Truth.

As Far As I Am Concerned, A Painting Speaks For Itself. What Is The Use Of Giving Explanations, When All Is Said And Done? A Painter Has Only One Language.

Imitators? All Right! Disciples If You Like. But Disciples Be Damned. It's Not Interesting.

Everyone Wants To Understand Art. Why Not Try To Understand The Song Of A Bird? Why Does One Love The Night, Flowers, Everything Around One, Without Trying To Understand Them? But In The Case Of A Painting People Have To Understand. If Only They Would Realize Above All That An Artist Works Of Necessity, That He Himself Is Only A Trifling Bit Of The World, And That No More Importance Should Be Attached To Him Than To Plenty Of Other Things Which Please Us In The World, Though We Can't Explain Them. People Who Try To Explain Pictures Are Usually Barking Up The Wrong Tree.

When You See What You Express Through Photography, You Realize All The Things That Can No Longer Be The Objectives Of Painting. Why Should An Artist Persist In Treating Subjects That Can Be Established So Clearly With The Lens Of A Camera?