I Am More A Friend Of Art

The Sun Penetrates Me Soundlessly Like A Distant Friend That Stirs Up My Laziness, Fertilizes It. We Bring Forth Life.

It Is Necessary To Introduce Light Vibrations, Represented By Reds And Yellows, And A Sufficient Amount Of Blues, To Obtain An Airy Feeling.

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

I Lack The Magnificent Richness Of Color That Animates Nature.

Taste Is The Best Judge. It Is Rare. Art Only Addresses Itself To An Excessively Small Number Of Individuals.