Glory To That Homer Of Painting, To

One Must Learn To Be Grateful For One's Own Findings.

Cold Exactitude Is Not Art... The So-called Consciousness Of The Majority Of Painters Is Only Perfection Applied To The Art Of Boring. People Like That, If They Could, Would Work With The Same Minute Attention On The Back Of Their Canvas.

Give Me Some Mud, And I Will Paint You A Woman's Flesh.

Finishing A Painting Demands A Heart Of Steel: Everything Requires A Decision, And I Find Difficulties Where I Least Expect Them... It Is At Such Moments That One Fully Realizes One's Own Weaknesses.

Artists Who Seek Perfection In Everything Are Those Who Can't Attain It In Anything.