What A Horrible Thing Yellow

People Call Me The Painter Of Dancing Girls. It Has Never Occurred To Them That My Chief Interest In Dancers Lies In Rendering Movement And Painting Pretty Clothes.

Once They Witnessed One Of His Painting Sold At Auction For $100,000. And Asked How You Do It, He Said, 'i Feel As A Horse Must Feel When The Beautiful Cup Is Given To The Jockey.'

The True Traveler Never Arrives.

Art Critic! Is That A Profession? When I Think We Are Stupid Enough, We Painters, To Solicit Those People's Compliments And To Put Ourselves Into Their Hands! What Shame! Should We Even Accept That They Talk About Our Work?

The Moods Of Sadness That Come Over Anyone Who Takes Up Art... These Dismal Moods Have Very Little Compensation.