So many people say painting is fun. I don't find it fun at all. It's hard work for me.
My aim in painting has always been the most exact transcription possible of my most intimate impression of nature.
No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination.
There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house.
I find linseed oil and white lead the most satisfactory mediums.
After all, we are not French and never can be, and any attempt to be so is to deny our inheritance and to try to impose upon ourselves a character that can be nothing but a veneer upon the surface.