This woman's work is exceptional. Too bad she's not a man.
The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted.
There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.
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Insults are pouring down on me as thick as hail.
There is only one true thing: instantly paint what you see. When you've got it, you've got it. When you haven't, you begin again. All the rest is humbug.