My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.
The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.
I paint as if I were Rothschild.
It took me 40 years to find out that painting is not sculpture.
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.
Everything in nature takes its form from the sphere, the cone and the cylinder.