Musée national d'art moderne, Paris.
"Do not talk to me but to enhance the art, do not let me go through a smoldering embers of the rebellion and denial, what I did is nothing, a cry in the night, a stifled sob , stifled a laugh. In the world every day thousands and thousands of poor, who are better than me, dying exhausted from work. I am the silent friend of those suffering in the deep groove that I am the ivy of eternal misery that sticks rotten to the wall behind which rebellious humanity hides its virtues and its vices. Christ, in this uncertain times, I do not think of nothing but Jesus on the cross. "(...)
George Rouault
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