I think that zinc white has a property of scaling and cracking.
The question of the value of nationality in art is perhaps unsolvable.
More of me comes out when I improvise.
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.
I guess I'm not very human. All I really want to do is paint light on the side of a house.
The trend in some of the contemporary movements in art, but by no means all, seems to deny this ideal and to me appears to lead to a purely decorative conception of painting.