I have been, or seemed, hard with everyone because I was carried away by a sort of brutality born of my distrust in myself and my ill-humor. I have felt so badly equipped, so soft, in spite of the fact that my attitude towards art seemed to me so just. I was disgusted with everyone, and especially myself.
Make people's portraits in familiar and typical attitudes.
Do portraits of people in familiar and typical attitudes, above all give to their face the same choice of expression that one gives to their body.