Sometimes, When I've Been Staring

The Longer You Look At An Object, The More Abstract It Becomes, And, Ironically, The More Real.

The Only Secret I Can Claim To Have Is Concentration, And That's Something That Can't Be Taught.

The Paintings Live Because Their Creator Has Been Passionately Attentive To Their Theme, And His Attention Has Left Something For Us To Look At. It Seems A Sort Of Miracle.

Losing As Much Money As I Can Get Hold Of Is An Instant Solution To My Economic Problems.

And, Since The Model He Faithfully Copies Is Not Going To Be Hung Up Next To The Picture, Since The Picture Is Going To Be There On Its Own, It Is Of No Interest Whether It Is An Accurate Copy Of The Model.