There are infinite modes of expression in the world of art, and to insist that only by one road can the artist attain his ends is to limit him.

There are infinite modes of expression in the world of art, and to insist that only by one road can the artist attain his ends is to limit him.

The artist who imagines that he puts his best into a portrait in order to produce something good, which will be a pleasure to the sitter and to himself, will have some bitter experiences.

A wife, a lover, can perhaps never see what the artist sees. They rarely ever do. Perhaps a really mediocre artist has more chance of success.