Art Is Either Revolution Or Plagiarism

Under The Continual Contact With The Pebbles My Feet Have Become Hardened And Used To The Ground. My Body, Almost Constantly Nude, No Longer Suffers From The Sun. Civilization Is Falling From Me Little By Little. I Am Beginning To Think Simply, To Feel Only Very Little Hatred For My Neighbor - Rather, To Love Him.

A Bit Of Advice, Don't Copy Nature Too Closely. Art Is An Abstraction; As You Dream Amid Nature, Extrapolate Art From It, And Concentrate On What You Will Create As A Result.

Without Delay I Began Work, Without Hesitation And All Of A Fever.

Lacking Many Of The Essential Implements, It Irritated Me To Be Reduced To Impotence In The Face Of Artistic Projects To Which I Had Passionately Given Myself.

If I Did What Has Already Been Done, I Would Be A Plagiarist And Would Consider Myself Unworthy; So I Do Something Different And People Call Me A Scoundrel. I'd Rather Be A Scoundrel Than A Plagiarist!