I Am More A Friend Of Art

Studying The Model And Realizing It Is Sometimes Very Slow In Coming For The Artist.

It Is Not About Painting Life, It Is About Making Painting Alive.

All My Compatriots Are Asses Compared To Me.

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

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.