It Is The Medium, Or

Every Intelligent Painter Carries The Whole Culture Of Modern Painting In His Head. It Is His Real Subject, Of Which Everything He Paints In Both An Homage And A Critique, And Everything He Says Is A Gloss.

One's Art Is Just One's Effort To Wed Oneself To The Universe, To Unify Oneself Through Union.

For A Hundred Years, Modern Painters, Stubbornly And In The Face Of Incessant Hostility, Have Moved, Step By Step, Leaving Superb Monuments By The Wayside, Towards An Art Of Arrangement Whose Expressiveness Depends Less And Less Upon Its Elements Imitating The Objects Of The External World.

If You Give A Child Something Very Complex To Paint, Such As A Bouquet Of Flowers Or A Natural Landscape, If He Is Very Good, Eventually He Will Get Back - Like Cezanne - To The Essential Forms Of What He Sees.

Every Picture One Paints Involves Not Painting Others.