There is no model, there is only color.
Painting is damned difficult - you always think you've got it, but you haven't.
My nervous system is enfeebled, only work in oils can sustain me.
Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.
Taste is the best judge. It is rare. Art only addresses itself to an excessively small number of individuals.
The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.