I Am A Pupil Of Pissarro.

Everything Is About To Disappear. You've Got To Hurry Up If You Still Want To See Things.

One Is Neither Too Scrupulous Nor Too Sincere Nor Too Submissive To Nature; But One Is More Or Less Master Of One's Model, And, Above All, Of The Means Of Expression.

I Cannot Attain The Intensity That Is Unfolded Before My Senses. I Have Not The Magnificent Richness Of Colouring That Animates Nature.

I Have To Keep Working, Not To Arrive At Finish, Which Arouses The Admiration Of Fools... I Must Seek Completion Only For The Pleasure Of Being Truer And More Knowing.

With An Apple I Will Astonish Paris.