The Space Between The Dish

I Couldn't Portray A Women In All Her Natural Loveliness.. I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty, The Beauty That Appears To Me In Terms Of Volume Of Line, Of Mass, Of Weight, And Through That Beauty Interpret My Subjective Impression. Nature Is Mere A Pretext For Decorative Composition, Plus Sentiment. It Suggests Emotion, And I Translate That Emotion Into Art. I Want To Express The Absolute, Not Merely The Factitious Woman.

Art Is Polymorphic. A Picture Appears To Each Onlooker Under A Different Guise.

I Have Made A Great Discovery. I No Longer Believe In Anything.

Art Upsets, Science Reasures.

Critics Should Help People See For Themselves; They Should Never Try To Define Things, Or Impose Their Own Explanations, Though I Admit That If... A Critic's Explanations Serve To Increase The General Obscurity, That's All To The Good.