Shame on me] Who dares to speak of goodness here? Goodness was merely boring or had nothing to do with it. In the end I had everyone against me and appeared to be guilty of believing that a man should endeavour to unify his life and his work. I was either a Communist or a Catholic, etc.
I fought back against these four people, clumsily sometimes. Perhaps I was wrong to insist. If no one believes in the spiritual mission of art, what are my efforts worth?
From Journal d'un peintre. Carnets 1929-62 by Jean Helion (Maeght, Paris, 1993)
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