It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.

You say a new era in art is preparing; you sensed it coming; continue your studies without weakening. God will do the rest.

People think how a sugar basin has no physiognomy, no soul. But it changes every day.

Chatter about art is almost always useless.

The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.

If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature, seen through the veil of the soul.

It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.