For An Impressionist To Paint From Nature

There Is No Model, There Is Only Color.

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

To Be Sure An Artist Wishes To Raise His Standard Intellectually As Much As Possible, But The Man Must Remain In Obscurity. Pleasure Must Be Found In The Studying.

I Am Not Altogether Displeased With The Shirt-front.

I Am Still Searching For The Expression Of Those Confused Sensations That We Bring With Us At Birth.