You would hardly believe how difficult it is to place a figure alone on a canvas, and to concentrate all the interest on this single and universal figure and still keep it living and real.
The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted.
There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.
Insults are pouring down on me as thick as hail.
It is not enough to know your craft - you have to have feeling. Science is all very well, but for us imagination is worth far more.