Optics, developing in us through study, teach us to see.

I allow no one to touch me.

Sometimes I imagine colors as if they were living ideas, being of pure reason with which to communicate. Nature is not on the surface, it is deep down.

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

Right now a moment of time is fleeting by! Capture its reality in paint! To do that we must put all else out of our minds. We must become that moment, make ourselves a sensitive recording plate...Give the image of what we actually see, forgetting everything that has been seen before our time.

You must think. The eye is not enough; it needs to think as well.

A thousand painters ought to be killed yearly. Say what you like: I'm every inch a painter.