My mirror probes down to the heart. I write words on the forehead and around the corners of the mouth. My human faces are truer than the real ones.
Art should be like a holiday: something to give a man the opportunity to see things differently and to change his point of view.
There is no substitute for intuition.
An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk's sake.
See with one eye, feel with the other.
Nothing can be rushed. It must grow, it should grow of itself, and if the time ever comes for that work, then so much the better!