The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.

The most seductive thing about art is the personality of the artist himself.

We must not be content to memorize the beautiful formulas of our illustrious predecessors. Let us go out and study beautiful nature.

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.

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

I've come to the conclusion that it's not really possible to help others.

Art first of all is optical. That's where the material of our art is: in what our eyes think.