Ever since I was six I’ve been obsessed by drawing the form of things. By the time I was fifty I had published an endless number of drawings, but everything I produced before the age of seventy is not worth counting. Not until I was seventy-three did I begin to understand the structure of real nature, animals, plants, trees, birds, fish, and insects.
Consequently, by the time I am eighty-six, I will have made even more progress; at ninety I will have probed the mystery of things; at a hundred I will undoubtedly have attained a marvelous pinnacle, and when I’m a hundred and ten, everything I do, be it a dot or a line, will be alive.
I would ask anyone living as long as I to see if my word holds true.
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