One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

One must respect black. Nothing prostitutes it.

While I recognize the necessity for a basis of observed reality... true art lies in a reality that is felt.

What distinguishes the artist from the dilettante? Only the pain the artist feels. The dilettante looks only for pleasure in art.

The painter is not an intellectual if, when he has painted a nude woman, he gives us the idea that she is just about to put her clothes back on.

The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.

The value of art lies in its power to increase our moral force or establish its heightening influence.