More Of Me Comes Out When I

In Its Most Limited Sense, Modern, Art Would Seem To Concern Itself Only With The Technical Innovations Of The Period.

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.

After All, We Are Not French And Never Can Be, And Any Attempt To Be So Is To Deny Our Inheritance And To Try To Impose Upon Ourselves A Character That Can Be Nothing But A Veneer Upon The Surface.

No Amount Of Skillful Invention Can Replace The Essential Element Of Imagination.

If I Had The Energy, I Would Have Done It All Over The County.