There Are Noble Tones, Ordinary Ones, Tranquil

I Was Aware That On My Skill As A Painter Would Depend The Physical And Moral Possession Of The Model.

Machines Have Come, Art Has Fled, And I Am Far From Thinking Photography Can Help Us.

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.

Let Everything About You Breathe The Calm And Peace Of The Soul.

If You See A Tree As Blue, Then Make It Blue.