You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.
It's so fine and yet so terrible to stand in front of a blank canvas.
One had to immerse oneself in one's surroundings and intensely study nature or one's subject to understand how to recreate it.
It took me 40 years to find out that painting is not sculpture.
My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.
The landscape becomes human, becomes a thinking, living being within me. I become one with my picture...we merge in an iridescent chaos.