Much Of The Beauty That

A Thimbleful Of Red Is Redder Than A Bucketful.

When A Painting Is Finished, It's Like A New Born Child, And The Artist Himself Must Have Time For Understanding. How Then Do You Expect An Amateur To Understand That Which The Artist Dos Not Yet Comprehend.

Hatred Is A Parasite That Devours All. One Doesn't Build Upon Hatred, But Upon Love.

Starting To Paint, I Felt Gloriously Free, Quiet, And Alone.

The Living Model, The Naked Body Of A Woman, Is The Privileged Seat Of Feeling, But Also Of Questioning... The Model Must Mark You, Awaken In You An Emotion Which You Seek In Turn To Express.