Knowledge Of The Means To Express Our

My Age And Health Will Never Allow Me To Realize The Dream Of Art I've Been Pursuing All My Life.

Long Live The Sun Which Gives Us Such Beautiful Color.

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

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.

I Paint As If I Were Rothschild.