Our bodies, apart from their brilliant role as drawing exercises, are the temples of our being. Like the bodies of all fauna, they deserve both our study and our appreciation.

Artists with serious aspirations need to be left alone to follow the course of their own imagination.

Passion is the force that springs an artist from the needling cushion of depression.

When you sit down to paint or draw, you form yourself into a posture of praise

In painting you cover up your sins and everyone thinks you're naturally talented.

Art is a path on which we honour our world.

So who are we going to blame for our disappointments and our failures?