The Painter's Obsession With His

The Painter Must Give A Completely Free Rein To Any Feeling Or Sensations He May Have And Reject Nothing To Which He Is Naturally Drawn.

I Paint People, Not Because Of What They Are Like, Not Exactly In Spite Of What They Are Like, But How They Happen To Be.

Full, Saturated Colours Have An Emotional Significance I Want To Avoid.

Were It Not For This [dissatisfaction], The Perfect Painting Might Be Painted, On The Completion Of Which The Painter Could Retire. It Is This Great Insufficiency That Drives Him On. The Process Of Creation Becomes Necessary To The Painter Perhaps More Than It Is In The Picture. The Process Is In Fact Habit-forming.

I Have A Hatred Of Habit And Routine. And What Dogs Love Is Just That. They Like Regular Everything, And I Don't Have Regular Anything. I Have A Timetable, But No Routine.