There are two ways for a painter: the broad and easy one or the narrow and hard one.
Sometimes it made him [Degas] furious that he could not find a chink in my armor, and there would be months when we just could not see each other, and then something I painted would bring us together again.
It changed my life. I saw art then as I wanted to see it.
Women should be someone and not something.
Acceptance, under someone else's terms, is worse than rejection.
I used to go and flatten my nose against that window and absorb all I could of his art. It changed my life. I saw art then as I wanted to see it.