Monet Is Only An Eye, But My

Monet Is Only An Eye, But My God, What An Eye!

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.

I Wished To Copy Nature. I Could Not. But I Was Satisfied When I Discovered The Sun, For Instance, Could Not Be Reproduced, But Only Represented By Something Else.

Yes, A Bunch Of Carrots, Observed Directly, Painted Simply In The Personal Way One Sees It, Worth More Than The Ecole's Everlasting Slices Of Buttered Bread, That Tobacco-juice Painting, Slavishly Done By The Book? The Day Is Coming When A Single Original Carrot Will Give Birth To A Revolution.

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