It Is Not About Painting Life, It

People Think How A Sugar Basin Has No Physiognomy, No Soul. But It Changes Every Day.

I Am Beginning To Consider Myself Stronger Than All Those Around Me, And You Know That The Good Opinion I Have Of Myself Has Only Been Reached After Mature Consideration.

Two Sittings A Day Of My Models And I'm Totally Exhausted.

It's So Fine And Yet So Terrible To Stand In Front Of A Blank Canvas.

Everything Vanishes, Falls Apart, Doesn't It? Nature Is Always The Same But Nothing In Her That Appears To Us Lasts. Our Art Must Render The Thrill Of Her Permanence, Along With Her Elements, The Appearance Of All Her Changes. It Must Give Us A Taste Of Her Eternity.