Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it. I have tried to do what is true and not ideal. I paint things as they are. I don't comment. I record. Bonnat tells me, 'Your painting isn't bad, it is chic, but even so it isn't bad, but your drawing is absolutely atrocious.' So I must gather my courage and start once again...
Self Portrait, 1882 – Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Woman seated on a sofa
Chien de chasse, 1881