I've never let one day go by without painting, or at least without drawing.
Everybody has their reasons.
An artist must eat sparingly and give up a normal way of life.
What is to be done about these literary people, who will never understand that painting is a craft and that the material side comes first? The ideas come afterwards, when the picture is finished.
One must from time to time attempt things that are beyond one's capacity.
I look at a nude. There are myriads of tiny tints. I must find the ones that will make the flesh on my canvas live and quiver.