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It Seems To Me That Today, If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious - To Cut Out A Little Original Niche For Himself, Or At Least Preserve His Own Innocence Of Personality - He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude. There Is Too Much Talk And Gossip; Pictures Are Apparently Made, Like Stock-market Prices, By Competition Of People Eager For Profit; In Order To Do Anything At All We Need (so To Speak) The Wit And Ideas Of Our Neighbors As Much As The Businessmen Need The Funds Of Others To Win On The Market. All This Traffic Sharpens Our Intelligence And Falsifies Our Judgment.

I Really Have A Lot Of Stuff In My Head; If Only There Were Insurance Companies For That As There Are For So Many Things.

Art Is Vice. One Does Not Wed It, One Rapes It.

Daylight Is Too Easy. What I Want Is Difficult - The Atmosphere Of Lamps And Moonlight.

Drawing Is The Artist's Most Direct And Spontaneous Expression, A Species Of Writing: It Reveals, Better Than Does Painting, His True Personality.