I Ask You To Pray For Me,

All My Life I Have Worked To Be Able To Earn My Living, But I Thought That One Could Do Good Painting Without Attracting Attention To One's Private Life. Certainly, An Artist Wishes To Raise Himself Intellectually As Much As Possible, But The Man Must Remain Obscure. The Pleasure Must Be Found In The Work.

In Order To Make Progress, There Is Only Nature, And The Eye Is Turned Through Contact With Her.

What Is One To Think Of Those Fools Who Tell One That The Artist Is Always Subordinate To Nature? Art Is A Harmony Parallel With Nature.

You Must Think. The Eye Is Not Enough; It Needs To Think As Well.

I Am Still Searching For The Expression Of Those Confused Sensations That We Bring With Us At Birth.