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If The Glass There In Front Of Me Astounds Me More Than All The Glasses I've Seen In Painting, And If I Even Think That The Greatest Architectural Wonder Of The World Couldn't Affect Me More Than This Glass, It's Really Not Worth While Going To The Indies To See Some Temple Or Other When I Have As Much And More Right In Front Of Me.

When I Make My Drawings... The Path Traced By My Pencil On The Sheet Of Paper Is, To Some Extent, Analogous To The Gesture Of A Man Groping His Way In The Darkness.

The Head Is What Matters. The Rest Of The Body Plays The Part Of Antennae Making Life Possible For People And Life Itself Is Inside The Skull.

Only Reality Interests Me Now And I Know I Could Spend The Rest Of My Life In Copying A Chair.

Artistically I Am Still A Child With A Whole Life Ahead Of Me To Discover And Create. I Want Something, But I Won't Know What It Is Until I Succeed In Doing It.