A Picture Lives By Its

What I Find Horrible Nowadays Is That People Are Always Trying To Find A Personality For Themselves. Nobody Bothers About What You Might Call A Painter's Ideal... The Kind That's Always Existed... No. They Couldn't Care Less About That.

To Me There Is No Past Or Future In My Art. If A Work Of Art Cannot Live Always In The Present It Must Not Be Considered At All. The Art Of The Greeks, Of The Egyptians, Of The Great Painters Who Lived In Other Times, Is Not An Art Of The Past; Perhaps It Is More Alive Today Than It Ever Was.

When You Are Young And Without Success, You Have Only A Few Friends. Then, Later On, When You Are Rich And Famous, You Still Have A Few... If You Are Lucky.

Drawing Is A Kind Of Hypnotism: One Looks In Such A Way At The Model, That He Comes And Takes A Seat On The Paper.

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.