For Me, There Are Two

I Have A Horror Of People Who Speak About The Beautiful. What Is The Beautiful? One Must Speak Of Problems In Painting!

You Mustn't Expect Me To Repeat Myself. My Past Doesn't Interest Me. I Would Rather Copy Others Than Copy Myself. In That Way I Should At Least Be Giving Them Something New. I Love Discovering Things.

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.

I Don't Say Everything, But I Paint Everything.

If One Knows Exactly What Is Going To Be Done, Why Do It?