A painting is finished when the artist says it is finished.
A painting is not made to be sniffed.
Painting is the grandchild of nature. It is related to God.
Life etches itself onto our faces as we grow older, showing our violence, excesses or kindnesses.
I envy the poet. He is encouraged toward drunkenness and wallows with nubile wenches while the painter must endure wretchedness and pain for his art.
A painting is complete when it has the shadows of a god.