Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one's sensations.
I must be more sensible and realize that at my age, illusions are hardly permitted and they will always destroy me.
We live in a rainbow of chaos.
Is art really the priesthood that demands the pure in heart who belong to it wholly?
Shadow is a colour as light is, but less brilliant; light and shadow are only the relation of two tones.
What I am trying to translate to you is more mysterious, it is entwined in the very roots of being, in the implacable source of sensations.