What A Horrible Thing Yellow

Instantaneity Is Photography.

It Seems To Me That Today If The Artist Wishes To Be Serious... He Must Once More Sink Himself In Solitude.

The Air We See In The Paintings Of The Old Masters Is Never The Air We Breathe.

Truth Is Never Ugly When One Can Find In It What One Needs.

Boredom Soon Overcomes Me When I Am Contemplating Nature.