I already have a wife who is too much for me.. she is my art, and my works are my children.
Already at sixteen, my mind was a battlefield: my love of pagan beauty, the male nude, at war with my religious faith. A polarity of themes and forms: one spiritual, the other earthly.
Beauty is the purgation of superfluities.
I am always learning.
No one has mastery, Before he is at the end, Of his art and his life.
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed?