The Only Real Influence I've Ever Had

There Is A Sort Of Elation About Sunlight On The Upper Part Of A House.

It's (the Lack Of Communication Between The People In His Paintings, Ed.) Probably A Reflection Of My Own, If I May Say, Loneliness. I Don't Know. It Could Be The Whole Human Condition.

The Question Of The Value Of Nationality In Art Is Perhaps Unsolvable.

If The Picture Needs Varnishing Later, I Allow A Restorer To Do That, If There's Any Restoring Necessary.

The Only Real Influence I've Ever Had Was Myself.