I Am The Primitive Of The Method

The World Doesn't Understand Me And I Don't Understand The World, That's Why I've Withdrawn From It.

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.

I Wish To Die Painting.

Painting From Nature Is Not Copying The Object; It Is Realizing One's Sensations.

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