I Sit At My Door, Smoking A

Oh Mysterious World... I Have Become Better For Having Understood And Having Loved Thy Human Soul - A Flower Which Has Ceased To Bloom And Whose Fragrance No One Henceforth Will Breathe.

Why Did I Hesitate To Put All This Glory Of The Sun On My Canvas?

The Landscape With Its Violent, Pure Colours Dazzled And Blinded Me. I Was Always Uncertain.

Lacking Many Of The Essential Implements, It Irritated Me To Be Reduced To Impotence In The Face Of Artistic Projects To Which I Had Passionately Given Myself.

In Art There Are Only Two Types Of People: Revolutionaries And Plagiarists