I think I'm getting very high marks on foreign policy. I noticed that over the last couple of days.
I had wrung impressionism dry and I finally came to the conclusion that I know neither how to paint nor how to draw.
To my mind, a picture should be something pleasant, cheerful, and pretty, yes pretty! There are too many unpleasant things in life as it is without creating still more of them.
Art is about emotion; if art needs to be explained it is no longer art.
One morning, one of us ran out of the black, it was the birth of Impressionism.
The pain passes, but the beauty remains.
Why shouldn’t art be pretty? There are enough unpleasant things in the world.
How do I know that there is a God? In the same way that I know, on looking at the sand, when a man or beast has crossed the desert - by His footprints in the world around me.
Sleeping like an internet person takes commitment, it all starts in the late afternoon.
Melody is the essence of music.
Let's keep our chins up and our knees down - we're on the victory side.