To See We Must Forget The Name

You'll Understand, I'm Sure That I'm Chasing The Merest Sliver Of Color. It's My Own Fault. I Want To Grasp The Intangible. It's Terrible How The Light Runs Out. Color, Any Color, Lasts A Second, Sometimes 3 Or 4 Minutes At Most.

I Insist Upon 'doing It Alone'... I Have Always Worked Better Alone And From My Own Impressions.

The Light Constantly Changes, And That Alters The Atmosphere And Beauty Of Things Every Minute.

I Don’t Think I’m Made For Any Earthly Kind Of Pleasure.

Perhaps It's True That I'm Very Hard On Myself, But That's Better Than Exhibiting Mediocre Work... Too Few Were Satisfactory Enough To Trouble The Public With.