There Is No Model, There Is Only

Under This Fine Rain I Breathe In The Innocence Of The World. I Feel Coloured By The Nuances Of Infinity. At This Moment I Am One With My Picture. We Are An Iridescent Chaos.

It's Not Just About Looking And Copying, It's About Feeling Too

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.

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

I Have Sworn To Die Painting.