Remember The Enemy Of All Painting Is

The True Wisdom Of The Philosopher Ought To Insist In Enjoying Everything. Yet We Apply Ourselves To Dissecting And Destroying Everything That Is Good In Itself, That Has Virtue, Albeit The Virtue There Is In Mere Illusions. Nature Gives Us This Life Like A Toy To A Weak Child. We Want To See How It All Works; We Break Everything. There Remains In Our Hands, And Before Our Eyes, Stupid And Opened Too Late, The Sterile Wreckage, Fragments That Will Not Again Make A Whole. The Good Is So Simple.

One Always Has To Spoil A Picture A Little Bit, In Order To Finish It.

Every Time I Await A Model, Even When I Am Most Pressed To Time, I Am Overjoyed When The Time Comes And I Tremble When I Hear The Key Turn In The Door.

Nature Creates Unity Even In The Parts Of A Whole.

It Is Often We Come The Closest To The Essence Of An Artist... In His Or Her Pocket Notebooks And Travel Sketchbooks... Where Written Comments And Personal Notes Provide An Intimate Insight Into The Magical Mind Of A Working Artist.