Let Everything About You Breathe The Calm

The Cyclone Ends. The Sun Returns; The Lofty Coconut Trees Lift Up Their Plumes Again; Man Does Likewise. The Great Anguish Is Over; Joy Has Returned; The Sea Smiles Like A Child.

How Do You See Those Tree?... They Are Yellow. Well Then Put Down Yellow. And That Shadow Is Rather Blue. So Render It With Pure Ultramarine. Those Red Leaves? Use Vermillion.

Silence! I Am Learning To Know The Silence Of A Tahitian Night.

Wherever I Go I Need A Period Of Incubation So That I May Learn The Essence Of Nature, Which Never Wishes To Be Understood Or Yield Herself.

There Is Always A Heavy Demand For Fresh Mediocrity. In Every Generation The Least Cultivated Taste Has The Largest Appetite.