I Want To Die Painting.

Time And Reflection... Modify, Little By Little, Our Vision, And At Last Comprehension Comes To Us.

The Landscape Thinks Itself In Me And I Am Its Consciousness.

See How The Light Tenderly Love The Apricots, It Takes Them Over Completely, Enters Into Their Pulp, Light Them From All Sides! But It Is Miserly With The Peaches And Light Only One Side Of Them.

The Louvre Is The Book In Which We Learn To Read.

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