Fruits ... like having their portrait painted. They seem to sit there and ask your forgiveness for fading. Their thought is given off with their perfumes. They come with all their scents, they speak of the fields they have left, the rain which has nourished them, the daybreaks they have seen.

The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.

What is one to think of those fools who tell one that the artist is always subordinate to nature? Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.

Two sittings a day of my models and I'm totally exhausted.

An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all.