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Great Art Is The Outward Expression Of An Inner Life In The Artist, And This Inner Life Will Result In His Personal Vision Of The World.

I Find In Working Always The Disturbing Intrusion Of Elements Not A Part Of My Most Interested Vision, And The Inevitable Obliteration And Replacement Of This Vision By The Work Itself As It Proceeds.

Everyone Goes To The 'grands-boulevards' (in Paris, Ed.) And Let Himself Loose... ...do Not Picture These In Costume, They Are Not For The Most Part... ...perhaps A Clown With A Big Nose, Or Two Girls With Bare Necks And Short Skirts... ...the Parade Of The Queens Of The Halls (markets) Is Also One Of The Events... ...some Are Pretty But Look Awkward In Their Silk Dresses And Crowns, Particularly As The Broad Sun Displays Their Defects - Perhaps A Neck Too Thin Or A Painted Face Which Shows Ghastley White In The Sunlight.

I Guess I'm Not Very Human. All I Really Want To Do Is Paint Light On The Side Of A House.

In Its Most Limited Sense, Modern, Art Would Seem To Concern Itself Only With The Technical Innovations Of The Period.