Art Is A Harmony Parallel With Nature.

The Landscape Becomes Human, Becomes A Thinking, Living Being Within Me. I Become One With My Picture...we Merge In An Iridescent Chaos.

Art First Of All Is Optical. That's Where The Material Of Our Art Is: In What Our Eyes Think.

To Achieve Progress Nature Alone Counts, And The Eye Is Trained Through Contact With Her. It Becomes Concentric By Looking And Working.

I Am Progressing Very Slowly, For Nature Reveals Herself To Me In Very Complex Forms; And The Progress Needed Is Incessant.

I Am Not Altogether Displeased With The Shirt-front.