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

I could paint for a hundred years, a thousand years without stopping and I would still feel as though I knew nothing.

Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

Doubtless there are things in nature which have not yet been seen. If an artist discovers them, he opens the way for his successors.

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

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.

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.