My age and health will never allow me to realize the dream of art I've been pursuing all my life.
If I think, everything is lost.
Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.
Genius is the ability to renew one's emotions in daily experience.
The artist makes things concrete and gives them individuality.
There is no light painting or dark painting, but simply relations of tones.