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+ Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible
monsters; united with it, she is the mother of
the arts and the origin of marvels.
+ I have had three masters; Nature, Velasquez,
and Rembrandt.
+ The act of painting is about one heart telling
another heart where he found salvation.
+ I see only forms that are lit up and forms that
are not. There is only light and shadow.
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