An Artist Cannot Speak About His Art

My Little Renoirs. Matisse Describes Having Seen Renoir Make These Tiny Canvases. When He Had Finished Working, He Would Use Up The Color Left In His Brushes On Them.

Poetry, Being Elegance Itself, Cannot Hope To Achieve Visibility... It Insists On Living Its Own Life.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

Here I Am Trying To Live, Or Rather, I Am Trying To Teach The Death Within Me How To Live.

It Seems To Me That Invisibility Is The Required Provision Of Elegance. Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is Noticed.