I Am More A Friend Of Art

We Must Not Be Content To Memorize The Beautiful Formulas Of Our Illustrious Predecessors. Let Us Go Out And Study Beautiful Nature.

My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work In Oils Can Sustain Me.

Keep Good Company - That Is, Go To The Louvre.

Perhaps I Was Born Too Early. I Was More The Painter Of Your Generation Than Of Mine.

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