The art of an artist must be his own art. It is... always a continuous chain of little inventions, little technical discoveries of one's own, in one's relation to the tool, the material and the colors.
Emil NoldeAbout author
- Author's profession: Artist
- Nationality: deutsch
- Born: August 7, 1867
- Died: April 15, 1956
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