The Clear French Landscape Is As Pure

My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work In Oils Can Sustain Me.

I Have Not Tried To Reproduce Nature; I Have Represented It.

To Achieve Progress Nature Alone Counts, And The Eye Is Trained Through Contact With Her. It Becomes Concentric By Looking And Working.

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.

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