I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.
The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic that to love others.
Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever comes to sit by it. Passersby see only a wisp of smoke rising from the chimney and continue on their way.
If you hear a voice within you saying, ''You are not a painter,'' then by all means paint... and that voice will be silenced.
Even the knowledge of my own fallibility cannot keep me from making mistakes. Only when I fall do I get up again.