Nature is a mere pretext for a decorative composition, plus sentiment. It suggests emotion, and I translate that emotion into art.
Writing is not describing, painting is not depicting. Verisimilitude is merely an illusion.
We will never have repose. The present is perpetual.
Thanks to the oval I have discovered the meaning of the horizontal and the vertical.
One must not imitate what one wants to create.
One has to guard against a formula that is good for everything, that can interpret reality in addition to the other arts, and that rather than creating can only result in a style, or a stylization.