One Can Easily Tell That

Some Colors Reconcile Themselves To One Another, Others Just Clash.

No Longer Shall I Paint Interiors With Men Reading And Women Knitting. I Will Paint Living People Who Breathe And Feel And Suffer And Love.

All Art, Literature, And Music Must Be Born In Your Heart's Blood. Art Is Your Heart's Blood.

A Person Himself Believes That All The Other Portraits Are Good Likenesses Except The One Of Himself.

I Sense A Scream Passing Through Nature. I Painted ... The Clouds As Actual Blood. The Colour Shrieked.