I Begin With An Idea

When I Die, It Will Be A Shipwreck, And As When A Huge Ship Sinks, Many People All Around Will Be Sucked Down With It.

There Are More Copies Than Originals Among People.

I'd Like To Live Like A Poor Man With A Lot Of Money.

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.

When I Paint A Woman In An Armchair, The Armchair Is There To Show Illness And Death-or As A Protection.